Chapter 2 <HOTEL VIMO>

It's the best pool hall in Paris, and that's why only the best swimmers are allowed to practice there.

Maxwell came out of the changing cubicle with Warren, wearing his pants already.

As usual, his muscles, abs and s*xy packs stood out on his perfectly made body, the black swimming pants gave him more foxiness.

Only 10 swimmers are allowed in, and he's luckily one of the ten, maybe cos he's one of the best swimmers around, but obviously not the first...

A guy entered the place, earning screams from the remaining guys... They were hailing him as he walked, and he's smiling cockily, enjoying the attention he's getting.

It's always like that though, he's Lincoln, the only son of a rich distiller family who's considered the best, richest and the most handsome swimmer here. He's got millions of followers online.

"I hate him" Warren muttered beside Maxwell.

Maxwell was about to reply when another person came in.

CleoSpeedy! The only female swimmer here, the s*xy vixen in bikini!

She's got everything to make a lady hot, and almost all the guys have a crush on her. As expected, she's as proud as f**k! She's on same level as Lincoln with handful of followers too.

Maxwell went mute as he stared at her. She was making a live stream on her IG as she walked.

All the guys in there has wide mouths as they stared, it's always the case.

"So, you can stare too" Lincoln suddenly said , appearing in front of Maxwell.

Maxwell faced him slowly.

"I can't?" He said.

"She's expensive, obviously made for me, so you should get your eyes off her, you can go to your granny's bar to serve instead, poor thing" Lincoln smirked arrogantly, and Maxwell pushed him.

Lincoln fell into the pool heavily, and all eyes widened.

"Your arrogance is irritating, I know I'm not rich but it shouldn't reach me, I'm a limited edition... bastard" Maxwell muttered and walked out of the hall.

"Mell!" Warren quickly got his clothes from the cubicle and ran after him.

"Mell you're in trouble! You know who Lincoln is, how could you push him!" He shouted when he caught up with him.

"I don't f**king care! You heard what he said!" Maxwell replied, taking his clothes from him.

He got a call on his phone immediately, and when he finished picking, he put on his clothes.

"Not practicing anymore?" Warren blinked.

"Will come back in the evening, have to go for a designated drive" he replied and left.

Yeah, he works as a designated driver at his free time.

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<7:10PM~ PARADISE GARDENS>

It's the usual venue for The Diamonds party, and as expected, the front of the hall was already filled with reporters from different houses, upcoming fashionistas, influencers and models who only came to watch the entry of The Diamonds on the red carpet.

The Diamonds is a club of celebrities in Paris, led by Jemima herself. They accept new members with a party every week.

You must have 400M+ net worth or 50M+ followers on IG before becoming a member. It's the dream club of almost everyone in Paris.

Cars continued stopping in front of the hall, and celebrities kept coming out wearing expensive dresses that can feed families for years.

CleoSpeedy and Lincoln arrived at a time, and they stepped on the red carpet at once, earning wows from the onlookers as cameras brightened on their faces and f**king expensive dresses. Those with phones began snapping too.

For the record, they're the most arrogant two in the club, also the youngest.

Immediately they went in, Jemima's car stopped, and the door was opened for her.

She stepped out looking sassy and high as usual.

All the cameras focused on her at once, and she only smiled lightly as she walked the carpet.

She waved once before entering fully, and someone bumped into her instantly.

"What the f**k! Are you blind!" She spat angrily at the man.

"He's Don Williams, the owner of Savage Textiles who joined the club last month" secretary Lina said beside her.

"Do I look like I care? He can't be old, blind and stupid at a time!" Jemima yelled.

Williams only smiled without a word, and that even annoyed her more.

"Yunno what? Party cancelled for tonight! My mood is ruined!" She shouted and stormed out of the hall into her car.

Immediately she entered, an unfriendly odour hit her nose, and her eyes widened.

"The hell! What's this smell!"

"I'm so sorry ma'am, I must have eaten too much, I...I.. farted" the driver said, and her eyes widened.

"What! Farted in my car?"

Before he could get it, she slapped him hard across the face, and his nose bled.

"Out of my car! You're fired!" She yelled, and he scurried out fast, running off.

Jemima came out of the car too, fanning herself as she inhaled fresh air.

"Throw out the car" she told secretary Lina.

"Yes ma'am!" She replied, and another car arrived for her immediately, but no driver to drive.

"I'll call a designated driver" Lina smiled, getting her phone to call one.

She was still making the call when Jemima felt something drop from her p*ssy into her pants, her period!

She quickly checked her bag for pad, but none is available, and that was when the designated driver arrived... Maxwell.

"Thanks for coming, here" Lina handed him the car keys.

"Not yet! Get me pads first" Jemima cut in, handing him her debit card.

"What!" He said.

"Are you deaf? Get me pads before you'll drive me!" She snapped, and he nodded before leaving quietly.

She waited for minutes, feeling more and more blood falling out of her till he arrived, but surprisingly, he was holding a large bag, and he's eating ice cream!

Jemima snatched the bag from him, but it was so heavy that it fell from her to the ground, and all the contents poured out.... potatoes!!!

"What! Potatoes?" Her eyes widened as she turned to him.

Maxwell ate from his ice cream and smirked.

"My granny said they're good for the brain, I figured out you need it"

"What!"

"You really think I was gonna buy you pads? I know I'm not rich, but i'm a limited edition" he said.

"What the....

He cut her off by throwing the ice cream cone with him on her car, staining the windscreen badly.

"What the heck are you doing!" Jemima's eyes widened again.

Secretary Lina smiled secretly as he raised his middle finger to Jemima's face.

"F**k you" he muttered before starting to leave.

"Call the cops Lina! Call the f**king cops!" She shouted.

"He did... nothing...wrong" Lina replied, and Jemima turned swiftly to her...

"What!"