My Sexy Mountain ✔️

Chapter One

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Hi guys so this is just a quick A/N. I've been getting comments about the main MC's name being mixed up from David/ Gabriel/Mason/Isaac. I was writing three books at the same time thus the mix up. His name is David. I'm really sorry if you come across any mistake. Feel free to comment where I've mistaken and I'll change it. Don't let this discourage you from reading the book. I've just got a lot going on and I'd reread the whole book to fix it but I don't have the time. So please enjoy the book and help me out by commenting where his name is not David and I'll fix it. Thank you for giving my book a chance. You're a blessing.

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As we drove towards the club I couldn't help but groan mentally. What had I gotten myself into? It was one of my 'friends' birthday and I had promised her a fun night at the club. I said friend in quotes because she wasn't really my friend, none of the girls in the car were. We were always together and hang out a lot because of our parents friendship. I wished for one day, just a single day for the chance to escape the pretentious life I lived all in the name of being born rich.

I was only celebrating her birthday because they had celebrated my twenty fourth a couple of weeks ago with a huge party. Thought they got my name on the cake wrong, it was written Alicia instead of Anisha. See, fake friends, they probably had ordered it while drunk.

I tapped my legs on the floor to the beat of the music in the car, my 5'0 height not allowing me the luxury of doing it comfortably. I was short but I had a few things going for me like my flawless melanin skin tone and long curly dark hair that reached mid back. I liked experimenting with my hair and currently it was dyed red at the tips. My boobs were in perfect size for my height at thirty two. My flat stomach always remained that way even with my love for food, lucky me. I boasted of a tiny waist and an hour glass figure that complimented my short frame.

I felt like banging my head against the window because instead of designing my next line, I was baby sitting there drunks. I owned a fashion house in the city called Imperial designs that was the product of my Fashion and Design degree, my grandpa's wallet plus my blood and sweat. The Fashion house was a gift to me from my grandpa when I graduated from university two years ago. He may have given me a building and the startup money but that company was my baby and I made her one of the top fashion houses in the country.

My grandpa was rich because he started his own cement making factory when he was in his early twenties so he was loaded and so was I by extension. I lived in an apartment in the city where I had escaped to when I started working. My mom and two brothers lived in my grandfather's estate on the outskirts of the city.

Enough about me, I'm sure you guys will catch up with the rest as we go on. Back to my three loud friends who were driving me crazy with their screams of excitement. I was seated in the front passenger seat of my Hummer with my driver George as they sat at the back talking my ear drums off. George was my driver and bodyguard hired by my grandpa when I went to university. It was the first time I was out in the free world by myself having been in boarding school all my life. My grandpa had decided that I needed someone to
"look out for me", his words not mine so George got the job. It was glorified babysitting if you asked me. I didn't mind it most of the time because I loved George and we got along just fine when he wasn't eating my food that is.

George was the only person in the whole country besides my family and the three weirdos at the back who knew who I truly was. He knew I'd never drunk a drop of alcohol in my life though my Instagram,
filled with pictures of me hanging around tables filled with the most expensive bottles of alcohol said otherwise. He knew I hated loud music and partying but I had to. It had been my lifestyle for so long I didn't know anything else.