Chapter 3 Hot And Dangerous

• Danica
• Today is the happiest day of my life. I get to see my best friends after five long years. It was like yesterday when I had everything a girl could ever need and more. I was envied by my peers, but I don’t care because such is life. I’m my parents only child, and they spoil me with both love and money, but one morning my dad came home in panic; he demanded that we leave immediately. My parents silently communicated with each other without telling me anything. When I asked why we’re leaving, they said it’s for the best; they didn’t say anything after that. I have no option but to comply. We left without taking anything save for the clothes we had on, thankful for the social media I was able to communicate with some of my friends. I wonder what would have happened to our house and the possessions they have inside, but it’s too late to think about that now. I have the future to look forward to; I have gotten admission into college in Italy together with one of my friends, Kylie, while Amanda would be going to America for her studies. We would be meeting up today at the airport for a planned week trip to Rome. It’s been our dream to go before college, and I am glad we could make it happen. My cab got to the airport, and I got down with my luggage just as I heard my name.
• “Danny.” I turn to see Amanda and Kylie. We meet half way and hug for so long, like our lives depend on it; it’s been long.
• “God, girl! You are so fucking gorgeous; the pictures do no justice to your beauty, and boy! The curves—any man would kill for that.” Kylie gushes over me, always the drama queen.
• “You sure are right.” Amanda said, seconding Kylie’s nonsense.
• “You guys aren’t bad either; I could kill to have your figure. Looking half my age can be annoying sometimes, but then it is what it is.” I shrugged.
• “That means you’d still be rocking it in your old age.” Kylie joked, and we all laughed.
• “Let’s get in our flight, girls; there’s much to explore.” Amanda announced, and we all moved as we went into the airport.
• Our flight landed, and we made our way out of the airport to the city.
• “Woah! Rome is so beautiful.” Kylie exclaims.
• “It’s more beautiful seeing this than in the pictures; I am glad I’m finally here.” I said.
• We took a cab that drove us to the hotel, and we booked a room to stay together. Getting to the room and settling down, we took our shower and changed into another set of clothes. I put on a blue mid-tight-length flare dress and white snickers, pairing it with a small white purse.
• “Let’s go eat first and then...”
• “To the club.” Amanda cut me off.
• “No, we go sightseeing after eating and then club.” Kylie suggested.
• “Yeah, that’s better.” I agree.
• “Alright then, let’s go.” Amanda said, and we all moved out.
• We went to a local restaurant and placed our order. When our food was delivered, I was surprised to discover it tasted better than I would have expected from a local place. It's probably because of their food; that’s why the place was packed.
• “Go easy on the food, girl.” Amanda chides me.
• “Oh, I can’t seem to get enough of the taste.” I said it with my mouth full.
• “Foodie, well, I can see where they’re going.” Amanda winked at me while Kylie continued eating, not minding us.
• After eating and chatting for a while, we left to do some sightseeing around, and we chatted about the past few years. We returned to our hotel room in the evening, and we prepared to hit the club. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top to wear, but Amanda grabbed them from me instead.
• “What’s this?” Amanda exclaimed, gesturing to my clothes.
• “What do you mean?” I asked, looking between her and Kylie, who is now looking at us.
• “We are going clubbing, girl; we are here to explore not just the city but the men too. We could bag a few of them to make our trip more interesting.” Amanda said.
• “The last thing I need now is a guy; I just want to explore the city and have fun.” I said.
• “The guys are also part of the fun; let’s get wild, girl.” Amanda said.
• “That’s why you have us; I would be your stylist for the night.” Kylie said it with pride.
• Oh, I have missed these girls. I lay down on the bed, admitting defeat, while Kylie went through my stuff. By the time we were done dressing for the club, I was dressed in the shortest dress I could ever wear. The short denim skirt stopping a few inches below my ass is for Kylie, while the tiny crop top that left nothing to imagination in my boobs area is Amanda’s. The only thing that’s mine that I’m rocking are my pants and boots, because they match the look Kylie has styled for me.
• “Don’t you think I should change the skirt to my jeans? It’s skinny and fitting.” I said to them while tugging the skirt down.
• “Don’t do that.” Amanda said, slapping my hand away from the skirt.
• “It’s good on you; you’re looking hot. I mean, you have them; why not flaunt them?” Kylie shrugs.
• “Just stop dragging the skirt already; don’t act like you were forced to wear them.” Amanda whines.
• “Fine, I will rock it like I own it.” I surrender in defeat.
• “That’s the spirit girl.” Amanda smiles.
• “Let’s go, girls.” Kylie announces as she reaches for the door.
• I am going to forget about my insecurities and just enjoy myself through the night. We got into a bar that’s just a twenty-minute walk from our hotel lodge; the place is buzzing with people.
• “Wow!” Kylie exclaims.
• “It’s packed; it's a good place to let loose.” I said, nodding my head. We walked over to the bar and took our seats.
• “What can I get you, beautiful ladies?” The bartender asks while his eyes stay glued to my tits as he licks his lips. Yeah, I am never short of assholes.
• “I need something strong.” Amanda said.
• “Same thing.” Kylie added before turning to wink at me.
• “I just want something less alcoholic, not really strong.” I said this to the bartender, who has now managed to look me in the eye.
• “Coming right up,” he said, turning around to get our drinks.
• “Uh! Oh my gosh!” Kylie suddenly exclaims as she turns to us after observing the people in the club.
• “What?” I asked as both Amanda and I stared at her curiously.
• “You need to see this big and handsome guy that just came in; he’s hot.” Kylie’s whispered. Amanda and I both turned to look at the guy.
• “Oh my god!” I exclaimed.
• “Fuck.” Amanda blurted out.
• He is the reality of every girl’s bad guy fantasy; his appearance screams bad and dangerous. He’s so tall that I am sure he is going to dwarf me, and he’s got a ripped muscle strain on his black shirt; it’s a wonder it hasn’t torn.
• “He is hot, no question.” Amanda said she was sipping her drink.
• ‘He is more than hot.’ Talk about devilishly handsome; it’s him. I'm not sure if it’s the real colour, but I found myself staring into a pair of black eyes, and it was then that I realised he was staring back at me.