Daddy's Pampered Lilac

Author's POV

"What'll I be doing here?" Beryl asked her sister, her green eyes widely opened and roaming around the noisy place. The place looked overcrowded and disgusting to her. And she wondered how humans survived the night in such a noisy place all in the name of having fun. And now, she'd have to survive a night all for the sake of celebrating her new work. It was her first time and she couldn't help but show her hatred for parties like this which she called stupid.

"Have fun, of course," Her sister's voice was cronk over the loud music," You need to loosen up for the night. You'll be working in the most famous Rainbows in the next few hours. I won't let you sleep in that house alone. " Ciara grabbed her arm in hers and pulled her along with him as they tramped closer to the bar.

"Red wine, please, two glasses!" She yelled at the bartender, not minding Beryl's uneasiness and not caring if she liked to take alcohol or not. The black haired bartender smiled at the duet, sending a wink to Beryl who in particularly barely noticed him. He dropped them a compliment before going to attend to their order. Immediately he had excused himself, Beryl plonked herself down on the bar stool. She wasn't feeling any comfortable with the tight dress, heavy makeup and expensive hairstyle. And the heels were really bothering her feet. The environment too, the noise in there was surely something she wasn't used to.

When the bartender was taking too long to bring them their order, Ciara turned to face her younger sister, "Do you know how much beautiful you look right now, Beryl? You have every men's attention in the hall and you owe me one for that. But don't worry, I will put it upon myself to make sure you're hotly dressed to work every morning so when you're able to steal a rich boss's heart, you'll pay me with 50% of whatever he gifts to you. Agreed?" Beryl laughed at her sister's supposed joke. She had always been used to owning a crazy, fashionistic sister but was never used to her sister forcing a personality on her. And she was wrong. She doesn't feel like the she has every men's attention like her sister had said or gorgeous. In fact, she had to be sincere with herself, she felt the most awkward, especially with the wine bandage sided gown. It was very short and body hugging to begin with. And she didn't like the way it exposed her sides and cleavages, there was too much skin there. Also, it glittered. She usually preferred dull appearances that didn't call much attention to her. A simple floral gown would've done very well for a party. She was even more satisfied with her baggy 1980s shirt and pants than what she wore now. She felt and looked not more or lesser than a whore.

"I don't need your agreement, you know me to be a very stubborn big sister and you can't change my mind." Ciara boasted as her forest green eyes gleamed with a smile on her face. Ciara looked gorgeous with a smile on, she always did and Beryl surely admired her dimples the most. She would've look even more great without makeup but she wore less makeup, yet she had pancaked her sister's face and dragged her all the way to a party.

"I'll try my best too, I won't easily agree to appearing naked at my workplace." Beryl laughed and Ciara joined her, just as the bartender finally brought them their order. Ciara opened her purse and brought out some notes which she shoved to him on the counter. He smiled and thanked her before taking it and going to attend to other customers. "I know you don't like alcohol but I'm proposing for just this drink and glass clicks to celebrate your new job. It shouldn't hurt much, right?" She said, lifting her own glass of wine.

"Not bad," Beryl remarked and picked her own glass too. It wasn't much in the glass and she didn't think it was enough to get her drunk, yet, although she only tasted alcohol once but she couldn't quite remember how it tasted. The both glass met and made a clank, splitting the wine slightly.

"Cheers to your new job, kiddy sister." Another clang and Beryl lips curled into a smile at that pet name, "More money and a hot, rich boyfriend for you." She winked at the celebrant before lifting her glass of wine to her lips. Beryl watched her 27 years old sister gulp down the whole alcohol within seconds like it was some fucking water, to her own bewilderment. Ciara dropped the now empty glass on the counter and her brows creased when she saw her little sister still holding the filled glass, and she could guess she hadn't taken even a sip out of it. "You won't tell me you aren't taking that, Beryl. I paid with my fucking hard earned dollars for it. And darling, it's just a shot. Your lips aren't a virgin to it, besides. You had it at Jacob's birthday party, remember?" Oh, yes, how can she forget?! That day, she had caught her crush making out with her best friend after getting her confession and proposal rejected by him that same night. She remembered how that pang of betrayal had caused her to get into a drinking game and end up getting drunk. The next day, her sister made her the joke of the house and made sure Jacob and Bridget stayed out of her way until graduation. It made her remember those days when her bad ass sister was still very much her heroine. And when she couldn't even stand up for herself against a bully. But no one really dared to bully her after knowing she was Cici's sister. No guy even dared ask her out. Cici was Ciara's nickname during highschool and it was given to her by a bully on her first day, but she'd make it the most feared name at Winter Smile after she had angrily beat up her bully.

"Knock knock on the door. Beryl McGraw still home?" Ciara dramatically taps her knuckles on Beryl's forehead in an attempt to bring her out of her thought.

"Sorry, I zoned out," Beryl apologized, putting on an apologetic smile which Ciara laughed to, "I noticed. Apologies only accepted if you're going to take that thing in your hand already." The drink! She forgot she never had the alcohol. And with another apologetic smile, she lifted it to her lips and poured the whole content into her mouth, trying to mimick Ciara. It was bitter and burned in her throat. She almost thought of spewing it out back but for the fact that Ciara would be left embarrassed and angry, she hurriedly gulped the remaining liquid down her throat. And once she'd swallow every bit of it, its bitterness was immediately replaced by a sweet savor.

"Oh, now that's my little sister growing up to be a big girl!" Ciara appraised and awarded her a round of clap. Big girl? She's not anymore a girl!

"I'm twenty five, Ciara. You've to stop referring me as a girl already." She reprimanded, her pouted lips wearing a frown as she glared at her elder sister. But her red haired sister only laughed, "You haven't grown up to be that girl I want you to become, Beryl. You might look beautiful and nubile and all but you're still struggling for a first relationship. You're not a woman, yet. Don't worry, the minute you step out of your room wearing the most gorgeous and classy look made by you and putting on the classiest accent, then you'd become a woman to me." Ciara nurtured with her words, feeding her a lip tight smile while Beryl only rolled her bright green eyes at her. She felt the need to insist and protest but she rather shut up and watched her sister's forest green eyes search the crowd, as if to look out for someone. After exploring the whole dance floor with her eyes, she averted her gaze back to Beryl with a grin playing on her lips. Beryl already knew at that instant, she didn't need someone to tell her her sister was leaving her 'I'll catch you up later. Have some fun' already. So, she watched her big sister tell her bye for the night and whisk away, with no ammused look on display. She was probably going to hook up with some hot nigga. She snickered a little and looked around the party once more to catch a better view, now that she was settled. But the place didn't look any better than it had at her arrival. It was only more crowded than then.

Tut-tut. She wondered what she was going to do there for the rest of the night. This was boring, for her. It was the most boring party she'd ever been to. And the worse was that she hadn't come along with her phone. So rather than sucking her thumb and ending up sleeping right there, she took her interest into studying the activities going on in the dancefloor. She almost barfed this time and she literally felt her lunch running back to her lungs to pass out of her mouth. The place was more like a open sex pool with most people making out and grinding hips together. Her eyes! She hadn't bring the sanitizer with her! Tsk.

"Care for a dance?" That strapping voice came from behind her and she yanked her eyes away from the dirty scenes. She turned to the direction the voice came from only to see... Fucking sweet Mary!

'he's hot,' she told herself, staring back at those charming eyes... Dumbfounded, her eyes shameless raked his face features. He had the most gorgeous gray eyes she had ever seen, finely chiseled jawline, thin and pointed nose, the sharpest jaw, full brows, kissable pink lips and spiky dark hair that was quite long and did the perfection to his handsome look. This wasn't just some man before her, he was the fucking hottest guy she'd ever seen in her twenty five whole years. And he looked clean and wore white shirt that brought out his muscular figure. She blinked her lids, snapping out of her admiration when he snapped his fingers at her face.

"Sorry? What do you want?" She asked.

"How much for a night?" His question stung her heart like a bee. She sprung on her feet immediately and glared up at the hot stranger before her. But realizing she might end up making a scene which wouldn't do her much good, she sat back on the stool, "I'm not a whore or a sex worker." She said, calmer than she intended but he only tugged at her arm and pulled her up.

She mewled in pain as he pushed her against the counter.

"Just tell me your fucking price, bitch. I'm hard already," she wanted to slap him in the face for calling her that but she could only wriggle to be free from his hard grip on her in that minute. He was drunk, she noticed, and his breathe reeked of alcohol. If only she knew, then she'd have backed away the moment he approached her. He had her against the counter and everyone was in for the show if he was going to fuck her there. No one cared, except for Ciara of course who was probably getting screwed by now.

"Please," she pleaded, giving up already when she was already loosing, "don't rape me. I promise to do everything you ask me to. Just don't rape me, please." Another tear slipped as she whimpered again. She was beginning to tremble already and her lips too did as she spoke. The drunk, gray eyed laughed and rather than releasing her, he brought his head down to hers and pressed his lips on hers forcefully. She cringed and tensed up with fear as he kissed her violently. This was sexual harassment and she couldn't save herself from it. Yet, she wasn't going to tear up or give in. Gathering all her strength, she pulled out her hands and whacked him at the sides. To her own surprise, he growled in pain and stumbled backwards. She jumped back immediately and watched him caress his ribs where she had hit him.

Now, it was time for a real show and real self's dignity holding. She padded to the drunk stranger who was still nursing the blows from her.

"Now, look here, young man," she beckoned for his attention, " you might have all the wealth and looks and think every girl will gladly welcome you to have a night with her. Well, you're wrong and the next time you try to harass me then I won't take it lightly with you. Heard?" But she didn't wait for his response before going even more closer and slapping him across the face, " sorry, but that's for kissing me without my permission and to tell you not to take alcohol when you can't stand it." She said and before he could even think of grabbing her again, she hurried away. Even she was beginning to feel the need to barf already. And whoever that man was, he was surely good on the outside. Not on the inside.