I stared at the open box containing a beautiful light blue dress which is made out of delicate materials. I am not sure whether to go to the event or not. But I decided to try on the dress. When I put it on, it reached my ankles, the size being a perfect match. I also had shoes delivered, white stiletto heals. They also fit me. I wondered how Julian managed to order the right size. The dress he could estimate, but how would he know my shoe size? Perhaps he checked on his way out when he came to talk to me.

He didn't contact me until this morning, the day of his family event. He said he would pick me up at two o'clock in the afternoon and I had to be ready by then. I spent the whole night deciding whether to go or not, instead of sleeping. Perhaps I should be a little spicy instead of pathetic and go. Yes I definitely should.

Since I wasn't sure before, I didn't book a hair dresser and not even a makeup artist. So I had to do it myself. I am not great with makeup but I managed to put on the eyeshadow nicely and contour my face properly. The trick is to blend it well and you are fine. I thought of putting on the eyeliner but if I make one mistake it could ruin everything. Moving on to my hair, I made soft waves which I often do for the club. Which reminds me that I should call Tom and ask for a night off.

It didn't take me long to get ready, in fact I was early. While waiting for Julian to come I took some pictures and forced myself to eat something, just not to get drunk in case I have a cocktail over there.

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Julian came all dressed up as always so his outfit resembles more or less what he wears on a daily basis. He always wears something fancy and branded, combined with a distinct cologne.

"You're very pretty. I'm glad you decided to come." Unlike last time, he complimented me.

"Thanks. I still think that it's a bad idea but whatever." I shrugged and he chuckled. I don't know what could possibly be funny. For me it's like I'm going to my own funeral...

As his car approached the familiar tall gate and my eyes landed on the beautiful mansion, my stomach turned upside down. For some reason I began to shake but hid it well from him. Immediately regretting this decision, I wished I stayed at home. I gripped my knees tightly, hoping they would stop trembling while Julian focused on parking the car between the ones of his family's guests.

Their massive garden is filled with white canopy party tents, underneath which are tall rounded tables. The people present are creme de la creme of our city's society, and it got me surprised to recognise some of them from the tv.

Julian and I still stood at the parking lot, and I waited for him to get out of the car and lock it. Once he did, he came closer to me and put out his arm for me to hold onto it. It is a tiny gesture but very significant for me as I need any form of support to be able to face Adrian.

When we approached the tents he was nowhere to be seen and one of the waitresses offered us a drink from the tray she carried. We both took one and then he introduced me to the first group of people that came to us. Some lawyers and their wives. Instead of listening to what they had to say, I enjoyed feeling the sun on my face. Its warmth sheltered my body and relieved the shivers. The light breeze played with my hair and my dress.

As soon as these people left, noticing that Julian is in the mood to chat, I immediately warned him, "Please don't leave me alone!"

He nodded at my request and we settled near a table underneath one of the tents. Since there are no chairs, I leaned on ours unable to completely calm down. The only relief in this moment is that Adrian is nowhere to be seen.

"That's Crystal over there." Julian pointed his head at a tall girl with bleached hair. I scanned her top to bottom, not very impressed with how she looks. The only impressive thing is her Birkin bag.

My observation was interrupted by a man who Julian introduced as his father, so he immediately drew my attention.

"I'm Conrad, pleasure to meet you." Like a real gentleman, he kissed my hand and I slightly blushed at the gesture.

"I'm Lana." Smiling, I replied.

"I heard a lot about you." He admitted, making me feel slightly ashamed of the fact that he then must know what my job is.

"Oh you did?" I asked in a surprised tone, hoping he will tell me what he knows.

"Julian mentioned your involvement with Adrian." Once he said it I glanced at the spot where Julian was standing only to find that he is no longer next to us. Great! "I'm glad that I finally get to meet you. It's a shame Adrian never brought you here."

"To tell you the honest truth Sir, I never asked him to because I don't think I belong in this world. And we are no longer involved." I confessed, feeling confident to speak due to relaxed energy he has about him.

We continued talking about basic things and he asked me some questions about my life and future plans. I told him the truth, and that is that I have no idea. Eventually he had to talk to other guests and with Julian not being anywhere close, I am left alone.

Should I escape and go home? Seeing my only opportunity to flee the scene, I seriously thought it through. Julian surely wouldn't care much. Just as I decided to leave, I realised that my purse is no longer on the table, meaning that my phone is gone. I started to panic, not sure where to look for it. The other option is to hide in the ladies' room until Julian returns but now I must find my phone.

I searched around the tables close by and even asked some people if they've seen it. The posh women barely replied and their husbands were somewhat friendlier, looking down at my non-existent cleavage. I continued looking under other tents, hoping someone took it by mistake. These people are rich, they have no reason to steal. The back door of the mansion is very close and it crossed my mind that someone might have gone inside with it. It is the only place left to check.

The moment I stepped inside I heard voices, one of them belonging to Julian. Stopping by the door of the room that they came from, I listened.

"What for did you bring that stripper to our house? I thought your brother finally got rid of her!" An angry female spoke, making me feel bad as it is evident that she is referring to me.

"Because she is nice and doesn't deserve to be treated like that. It was such a dick move, Adrian!" Julian defended me, revealing that Adrian is in the room too. I couldn't see due to the closed door.

"Oh please spare me! She is just another gold digger." The angry female spoke again, probably their mother. My curiosity to hear increased.

"Stop it Angela, because the girl is plain innocent. I spoke to her. And don't forget you married me for my money!" Now it was Conrad's voice, confirming that the woman is their mother.

"She looks cheap." Another female laughed. Their conversation hurt my feelings, but mainly because Adrian didn't stand up for me. My eyes watered.

"Actually there is no cheaper girl but you! We both know what your pussy tastes like. Who is next? My dad? I wouldn't be surprised." Julian said, probably talking to Crystal.

I heard footsteps approaching so I rushed deeper into the house, making sure no one sees me. Finding a remote hallway with a staircase, I sat at the bottom stair. I took in a deep breath, feeling sad. He didn't defend me. Despite having tears in my eyes before, now I couldn't cry. After crying myself to sleep over the past week, it is as though my tears ran out. It is definitely over between us and there is no way I'll let him back in after this. Not that he is bothered...

"Sorry miss, do you need anything?" An old maid approached me, offering her help. I raised my head to look at her.

"Actually yes. I was looking for Julian."

"I will find him and tell him to come here." She replied and I thanked her.

Soon later Julian came to me, realising immediately that something is wrong. It can be heard in my voice too.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in confusion.

"I lost my purse and came looking for it." Remembering of my missing purse, I told him hoping he'd help me find it.

"Oh don't worry, I put it in my bedroom." He smiled. "I know it's cheeky but I had to make sure you don't leave while I'm away." I shook my head in disbelief, feeling slightly relieved.

"I overheard your conversation about me." His sneaky smile suddenly dropped as he realised what I am talking about.

"Let's get your purse and we'll talk." He gave me his hand in order to help me get up and we climbed the staircase, heading towards his bedroom.

It looks very modern and tidy, but probably thanks to the maid. Its colours are dark but white bed sheets don't match the tone. He actually explained that the maid always mixes up his and Adrian's. The white ones are supposed to be Adrian's, while his are black. Not really caring about the sheets, I sat down on the bed, ready to talk.

"He didn't stand up for me." Referring to Adrian, I spoke.

"Because he is a dick. I already told you." He walked over and sat next to me. He put a strand of my hair behind my ear. It got all tangled with the wind.

He kept on criticising Adrian and comforting me, but I was long lost in my thoughts. Anger took over me, provoking the need for revenge. A bad idea came to my mind and I didn't bother thinking it through.

Instead, I asked Julian to be quiet and got up. Locking the door, I turned back to face him, ready to sin.

"Let's make him pay." A sudden flow of confidence made me unzip my dress, but before taking it off I let him speak.

"Are you sure? Because I'll be honest, I want no strings attached." He warned but I didn't care.

"Yes I'm sure." I walked back towards the bed, stopping right in front of him.

I looked down and our eyes met, a devilish smile appearing on his face. With one move, he pulled my dress down and it was off. I was left in my underwear. We didn't break the eye contact. He spanked my butt cheek, then squeezed it. As the desire overtook me, my body urged to feel his. My submissive nature made me to kneel on the floor, and I did so while he still sat on the bed. He placed two fingers underneath my chin, lifting it up. He brushed them against my cheeks, neck and shoulders before taking off my bra. It is a strapless one so it immediately fell to the floor, revealing everything.

He pulled me closer and threw me on the bed, causing me to gasp. I laid ready for him to take me while he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor close to my dress. Towering on top of me, he grabbed me by the hair and our lips locked. We kissed sloppily and intensely, his kissing reminding me of Adrian's. But this isn't about Adrian despite him being the reason I'm doing it. This is about me losing my virginity. And I should have done it out of desire, not out of revenge, but Julian woke my senses, he made me feel alive.

He got hard and took his pants and boxers off. Then he came back on top of me and we continued kissing, while I felt his dick between my thighs. He put a hand down to put it near my entrance before thrusting inside me. A loud moan veiled the pain I felt. He stopped only for a second but I pretended it was purely out of pleasure, so he continued thrusting in and out. In and out... For the first few times it hurt but as my body relaxed it became pleasant. Eventually he put me on top and I inserted him inside me, each time trying to feel it more.

I managed to cum several times, each time creaming more than previously. When he was done he took me off him and finished on my chest. The sole act resulted in me releasing one more, final orgasm. We laid next to each other in utmost silence for some time. The he got up and gave me some tissues to clean up.

"Pass me my underwear please." I asked, moving into a sitting position.

He handed it over and found his boxers, then laid back on the bed.

"You can stay some more." He said but I shook my head.

"I think we both did what we wanted to. As you said, no strings attached. I'll get a taxi home. Thanks for everything." I put on my bra then got up to wear my panties.

The moment I did, we both noticed a red stain of blood on the sheets. Shit! Our eyes met and his widened as he realised what it meant. Knowing he will stop me, I quickly put on my heels and pulled up the dress without zipping it.

"Wait!" He tried to stop me, getting off the bed, but I grabbed my purse and began running.

I rushed down the stairs, seeing Adrian and Crystal at the bottom of them staring at me. I held my dress which was hanging open on the back and if I let go of it, it would fall down. Julian followed in his boxers, storming down the stairs right after me. I assume the two of them watched us in shock, not to mention all the guests who gasped once they saw me cross the garden.

Fortunately, Julian stopped himself at the door.