Flawed

Tiffany I come out of the car dealer, having sold the new Mercedes I was offered. I change my Louboutin into Hermes flats. I used to be rich, rather my father used to be rich. Unfortunately, he went bankrupt and lost most of what he had. The b***h who serves as my mother betrayed him and left with the rest of his money to remarry an old p*****t. So, technically, I’m not rich anymore. But it's only for a short period because I'm planning to find a rich man and marry him. Right now, I date men older than me and who give me everything I need. I'm not a w***e, I'm just smart enough and I know my worth. I assume what I do. I can't stay poor, I don't want to be poor. I was born with a golden spoon, and I don't intend that to change. I arrive at the university and head to my classroom. I sit in the back row. By becoming poor, I have lost the so-called friends I had. I'm not going to say I don’t deserve it because I was always a bad person, a bad friend, a b***h. I was the Queen Bee in high school, cheerleader, hair done right, nails done right, designer bags. I terrorized everyone and had no mercy on anyone who dared to stand in my way. I know I destroyed many people in the process even though I was just trying to protect myself. Do I regret what I did? Maybe, but I would do it again if I had to. Anyway, I haven't changed, and I don't intend to, especially if I want to go back to the world of rich people. My marketing class ends, and I meet the only friend I have left. - “Hello Kyle”, I greet him with a kiss - “Hi doll, always so sexy”, he compliments me while staring at my redone chest - “stop that. It was a mistake last time.” I really wish that was the case. - “if you say so. Anyway, do you want to go with me tonight to a gala dinner?”, he asks me Damn! He knows how to cheer me up. - “Of course, sweetheart” - “for the whole evening, not for you to f*****g stand me up as soon as you spot an old rich guy”, he adds - “what?”, I ask with an offended look. “Of course, I'm not going to stand you up”, I lie with a wide smile. - “you should stop what you're doing Tiffany, you'll f*****g regret it one day.” - “you're just jealous Kyle. And don't be a hypocrite, you don't want me to sleep with other people, but you don't mind if I open my thighs for you even though you know I'm just using you to get what I want”, I tell him unfiltered and I instantly regret it. However, I don't apologize because I'm Tiffany Quinn, I never apologize. He walks away without responding to me. I would like to say that it is the first time I treat him like that, but it isn’t. Despite me being a b***h, he still stands by me, supports me and forgives me every time. If only I could change, if only I could be a good person, the kind of person he would like me to be. I go home and check my bank account. I close the application. I intend to double that amount by next week and to do that, I need to find a good date tonight. I dress in a short dress that leaves little to the imagination. In front of my mirror, I look like a doll. Unfortunately, I'm rotten inside. I study a little bit while waiting for Kyle to pick me up. Minutes turn into hours, I send him a message telling him that I'm waiting for him, but I get no answer. I finally call him, but he declines my call. I guess I went too far this morning. But I never give up. I'm already dressed anyway; I might as well go hunting. I arrive in front of a bar frequented by rich men. I sit at the bar, to better spot and be spotted. Unfortunately, I give up quickly and start drinking because I don't have the heart for it. I may have just lost the only friend I had left, and I am too proud to ask for his forgiveness. A man in his late thirties approaches me. - “I'm not a w***e. Go look somewhere else”, I tell him. - “I'm not interested in w****s”, he replies, sitting down on the stool next to me. “What is a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” - “and what is a married man doing in this place, and especially talking to a girl like me?”, I ask him, looking at him for the first time. All I have to do is look at his jeans to know he's rich. I decide to change my game. I'm not going to lose this opportunity because of f*****g Kyle. He's not bad looking. His eyes are dark, and he's well-built despite his age. - “touché”, he says with a wide smile that shows off his falsetto - “you buy me a drink?”, I ask him - “and what do I get in return?” - “whatever you want, unknown”, I respond to him with a very honeyed smile He executes and orders us some drinks. - “what's your name?”, he asks me - “Amelia”, I lie - “try again with your real name.” - “Tiffany and you?” - “James, nice to meet you Tiffany.” - “one thing before anything, I don't sleep with married men.” - “even if you don't believe me, I'm separated from my wife”, he responds, and I believe him. Maybe it's just an excuse to get a clear conscience. Whatever, I don't care if he's lying about his wife. We leave the bar and head for the hotel next door.