I pulled my backpack further up my shoulders as I stared at my palace-like home, the home I was about to run away from.
I didn't actually have a good reason for running away. I just wanted to. I was sick of my life.
I had no complaints. I was fed well, treated well, almost like a queen but what came with it was the glaring media attention labeling me as a spoilt wild child and a disgrace to my parents. And I was the kind where if I was labeled something I wasn't, I did everything I could to show them that I could be like that. It definitely didn't help my case but it brought some sort of sick satisfaction.
I had changed out of my fanciful eighteenth birthday dress into something more comfortable and something that would blend in with the general population.
I warred with myself in my mind over whether what I was doing was right but then I thought, fuck it.
I turned to walk away from home.
It hurt between my legs. As much as I hated Vince now, I had to admit he was good in bed. I almost didn't regret losing my virginity to him. But then I remembered that I caught him hooking up with my friend in my bathroom in my house on my eighteenth birthday. Oh, the courage he must have.
This only made me quicken my pace because I wanted to get that house out of my view. Tonight was going to top the list of embarrassing things that had happened to me and it was forever going to stay in my damn mind and I wasn't going to forget this night for years to come.
I walked a lot. It must have been an hour or so. I didn't realize because I was replaying tonight's events over and over.
After a wild party in my house which my parents allowed only because they didn't want me to go somewhere else to party because they feared I would do something that would give the tabloids some juicy news to write about, I had dragged Vince to my bedroom and told him I was ready. My parents were not home but they were going to come later in the evening from a business dinner.
So I thought this was the perfect time to sleep with him. And boy was it great. It hurt a lot at first but then it felt so good. I fell asleep right after that and was woken up to sounds coming from my bathroom.
Dressing up I had carefully padded towards the source of the noise only to find my friend, Carissa Addington getting fucked senseless by my very own boyfriend, well now my ex.
They didn't even have the decency to go somewhere else to do the dirty.
Naturally I burst out crying, kicked them out of my room, quite literally while his dick was still in her ass and sat crying in my room.
Once my crying fest was over, I stormed downstairs. The party was still on and people were annoying the fuck out of me by wishing me a happy birthday like no bitch, I did not have a happy birthday and I might pull your hair if you don't take your fake ass back to whoever you're cheating on someone with.
The first thing I did was go in search of my parents. I was sure they were home by now, probably hiding in their room after being horrified by the party, the type that they haven't seen anywhere. Their version of parties consisted of dinners where they talked, drank and breathed business and where they looked to see if someone looked better than them.
Once I located them in their room, I threw open their door and marched in.
Vince thought he was such a great player and could get away with cheating on me. He thought I was just another tissue in his pile but he was so wrong. I would show him how powerful I really was. I felt used I didn't like it one bit. That was what mainly fueled me to go ahead and do the single most embarrassing thing I ever did in my life.
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