Chapter 4 4

Lareina's POV:

"Hey, are you okay? It's like you suddenly got mixed up," Crish asked.

"I'm fine. Cheers!" I said happily and gulped down the shot the bartender laid down.

We all had fun until Crish was satisfied with the drinks from the bartender. Next, we rushed into the wave of people.

"Party more, Janine! We'll just have fun once in a while! Don't focus on stress and work! You'll grow old soon, you stupid bitch!" Crish shouted.

"Bitch don't be noisy!" I scolded her.

I just got tired and took a sip of the cocktail I was holding. I just sat here on the couch while watching Crish dance with her rich friends. Maybe her business partners. Many artists also approached her. I don't care about them because, in my true self, I might be more famous than them when it comes to family shame.

I scolded Crish earlier because she suddenly called me Lareina and not Janine. She apologized because she was a bit tipsy. It's difficult because we might get caught. I am still known as Janine Odessa Kovler and not Lareina Anne Ikranova. All my IDs and passports are fake. Because if I use a real person or name, my parents will find me.

I was just looking around while watching the people. I saw a bunch of men wearing suits in the distance. Each of them has a woman sitting on their lap.

I just rolled my eyes. It doesn't seem like a company anniversary. It looks like just an ordinary bar with people partying and having fun.

I just listened to the music. Tapping on the table while sipping my cocktail. People shouted while singing along. I seem to have heard this before at the bar that Crish and I went to. I think it'sOzzy Osbourne's Under The Graveyard. Rock music.

It's fun even if it's noisy because you won't feel alone. It's just annoying because sometimes my eyes will pass by those who are making out on the side.

When I looked at the men who were opposite our seats and Crish, I saw green eyes. I was wowed by Mister, who destroyed my day. Two more women in the lap! The fool is really a womanizer!

I was just wowed. I didn't know it was still fashionable today, a womanizer like him. After all, habits never get old. Hey, do I care about him?

I just smile like a fool when Crish's sophisticated friends look at me. They don't belittle me and fight because I'm more beautiful than them. We are even smiling. They are not like other rich English bitches. Crish chooses friends well.

I am beautiful even though life is stressful, and I am also informed. I have a slim body and a 23 waistline, and my chest is even blessed. I am also tall and fair-skinned. My eyes are brown, even the hair I got from my mother. I just want to dye my hair because we look like twins.

"Hey Janine, wanna bet?" Crish's friend asked me.

"What kind of bet? What is the catch?" I asked.

"Our friends will drink one bottle of black label in exchange for a Prada or 5,000 euros. No need to bet money from you" said Mathilde and winked.

I was whistled knowing the 5,000 euros. I think I can live for a year!

"Bring it on! Let me join!" I shouted and joined her.

I suddenly felt ashamed because we were in the middle. The rules are to finish one bottle first, and whoever wins gets to shop for two prizes. Five of us will fight. No more shame! But the talk is that I have lived for a year on 5,000 euros! That's too much, but I can buy new panties and bras!

The three of us are ready. I took a deep breath. I hope I can walk straight afterward. For 5,000 euros!

"In 3, 2, 1, drink it up!" Crish shouted.

I was immediately blown away by this wine, and that's when I tasted its bitterness. I used to be a drunkard, and I have a high alcohol tolerance. I just don't know how it will affect me because I haven't tried to drink a whole bottle.

When I finished the bottle, I almost fell over. Trish screamed because I was the first.

"Congratulations, Janine! What a queen!" she shouted.

I smiled, and I couldn't see her anymore. This Mathilde put something in my pocket. Easy 5,000 euros!

I slowly approached Crish. I asked where I could spend my time after getting drunk. I can't go home to my apartment looking and feeling like this.

"Go up and then turn left. That's our room, room 1008," said Crish.

I nodded and went up. I fell. Fortunately, there's no one around.

When I got to what Crish said, I entered the room. I even turned my body on the bed.

After a moment, I am having a dream. I felt someone caressing my breasts, so I moaned. Fuck this dream until dreams are wet dreams.

I can also feel my clothes coming off little by little. It's like it's true that something is pulling at my insides. It slides down my thigh, causing it to tingle.

"Damn this goddess," said a baritone voice.

My dream was really wild. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it wouldn't go away. Let it be.

I feel a warm, tingling sensation in my thigh. I am moaning because of the satisfaction.

I woke up when that heat reached my jewel. My eyes widened as a pair of green eyes stared at me.

"What the hell are you doing-"

"Shh, let me do the work. Just enjoy," he said and claimed my lips.

I still fought, but I also gave in to his kiss. It's like I'm not in control of my body anymore, and I'm going crazy with my feelings. I can't stand the sensation.

His expert lips went down to my breasts. He sucked my left and right mound like a pro.

"Ahh," I moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Fuck, don't s-stop," I answered.

His hand went down to my jewel. My moans got even louder when his beautiful lips and tongue were placed there.

I don't know what to do because I feel like I'm about to reach the extreme. I feel like I'm peeing because it's so good.

"I feel like peeing," I said breathlessly.

"Just let it," Anton replied.

I stared in shock, and that's when my juices came out. I was tired after that, but Anton claimed my lips again.

I am engulfed by his kissing skills, which make me lose my lust. I feel that he has also taken off his clothes.

He lay down in front of me and pulled my left leg up. He still continues to kiss my lips.

"A goddess like you deserves intimate sex," he said and wet his fingers.

"So don't worry 'cause what will happen is history to tell," he answered and gave me his finger.

That's where he inserted his big manhood. I almost cried because of the pain. He cursed and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

"Shh, I'm sorry. Let me do the job," he said and ate my breast again.

He gradually moved, and the pain later disappeared. The room we were in was filled with moans.

We both reached our peak in that position. He put me down and lifted my hips. Then he moved inside me again.

We went a few more rounds, and he wasn't tired yet. I'm out of breath, but it's still delicious. Damn, this asshole.

"Fuck I'm coming," Anton said and accelerated the movement inside me even more.

During one of his intense classes, I felt his release. After that, we both lay down from exhaustion.

I'm still dizzy and drunk because of the amount of alcohol I drink. I just saw it coming to my side after coming out of the bathroom.

I feel it wipe something warm inside of me. I couldn't stand the tiredness and drunkenness even though he was right next to me, and I fell asleep right there.

"Goodnight, beautiful."