[oh henry henry, what would i give to be that hand! mehehehehe :3 u are gonna love this darling!
but im posting tomorrow! i need to sleep!]
Tuesday: To compensate for the bad press that comes along with any strip club, all the girls are coming together and baking for a children’s charity.
“Tristan, its not good for our image if you don’t show up” father said into my phone.
‘Father, you do know how much they annoy me, and im not dressed appropriately” I told him with a huff, while I walked out of the mansion.
Who im I going to joke, he always wins. And I was already getting on my Aston Martin. Ready to go to that stupid bakery with the Blonde dummies.
“Tristan, is the last time. Im in New York, I cant be there. I’ll be there in about 6 hours. You need to do this. Now turn on your car, and get going” he said and hung up.
I rested my head on the steering wheel and bang my head into it.
I hated this.
I had no idea why, but I just did.
I took the curve to exit the mansion and then I saw a very familiar shade of blonde hair.
It was unique only she had that perfect shade of blonde.
“Got lost Barbie?” I told her when I got closer. She was on the side walk waiting for someone.
“Shut up Tristan, im waiting for a cab” she said and didn’t even looked at me.
“too busy to wake up?” I told her, yet again pushing my luck.
“why don’t you just-“ she said and but then got quiet. “Im running late” she just said.
“a cab wont just go by in this area” I told her with a slightly amused smile.
“you keep making fun of me, its getting old big boy” she said and twirled her hair.
“come on” I told her. It was getting old and I needed to make peace with the old man.
“what?” she asked.
“get into the car Barbie” I told her.
“why?” she asked skeptically.
“well I need to go to the bakery and you are not going to get there anytime soon, and I need to make peace with my father” I told her.
“fine” she huffed.
“don’t do it if you don’t want to Blondie” I told her and she huffed but got into the car.
“ I need to get there, just don’t kill me?” she asked bitting her lip and looking through the window.
Never, I wanted to say, too beautiful to be killed but, can’t deny what she was.
“Don’t mention it, or I might just take you up on that” I told her and winked with a smirk on my face.
“whatever rich boy, now get a move on” she hurried me.
[ITS UP TO U MICh! MEHEHE I’ll copy urs from this part!]