1 comments/ 3076 views/ 3 favorites One Night of Sin: Olivia's Story Ch. 01 By: fictionsBFF "Bills...bills...bills...oh another eviction notice that's sure to spice up my day", I think sarcastically as I skim through the rest of the mail with little to no interest. I rub my pale blue eyes tiredly as I hold back a yawn while I shift on top of my sunken bargain priced couch trying not to fall asleep on the flimsy material as I flip endlessly through the unpaid bills that have big red letters on them that say "urgent" or "warning". I don't know why I even bother looking through them anymore it's not like I have the money to pay them. Not with work being slower than a garden snail running a marathon through molasses. Sometimes I think I just like depressing myself. Maybe Sienna's right and I secretly like desolation or maybe Lynette's right and I should really stop using all my free time reading her Thomas Hardy novels. But that begs the question as to why she even has Thomas Hardy novels if there so depressing (which they are). "I really need to get out of this apartment", I think as I give up going through the mail and settle it neatly on the barely standing coffee table (that somehow didn't finally fall from the weight of the envelopes). Maybe I should go to the park and gets some fresh air, smell the flowers, and listen to the laughter of little children as they play on the swings. That should cheer me up shouldn't it? It would cheer any other normal person up. I gave a sigh as I got up off the couch with far more effort than it should ever take a person my age, almost as if I'm physically wearing my depression and it's the weight of heavy battle armor (weapon included). As I finally manage to stand up off the couch I turn to look outside through the living room window. If you can really call it a window, honestly it might just be a hole in the wall that someone decided to cover up with glass (and this apartments so crappy that it honestly wouldn't surprise me). But still not even the crappiness of the window (I use that term loosely) can hide the brightness of the beautiful summer afternoon. The trees were dancing in the wind, the birds were singing "don't worry be happy" (I swear that's what their annoying chirping sounds like), and the sky is free of all clouds as if the universe itself is blessing this day. And I absolute hate it. The sight of the cheery afternoon makes me flop back onto the couch causing it sink under me like I weigh a hundred pounds more than my actual a hundred and ten pounds. What's the point of trying to cheer myself up anyway? "Happiness is but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain," I mentally quote Thomas Hardy. And then I groan loudly at my own thoughts. Lynette was right it was definitely the books. About ten seconds away from giving up on the day and rotting my brain by watching mindless television (which Mrs. Sanders is kind enough to let others borrow) I'm saved by the unlocking of the front door. As the most beautiful sound enters the apartment. "I'm home," says the melodious voice of my roommate and best friend Sienna. I jump up from the couch like an excited puppy eager to greet their owner as I run to the front door probably setting the world record for fastest bipolar behavior since Miley Cyrus turned from Hannah Montana to the practically proud porn star she is today. Smiling both in relief and in happiness I nearly jump into Sienna's arms as she closed the door behind her. She laughs knowingly at my eagerness as she returns my hug (python grip) tiredly. "Happy to see me?" She asks with a knowing smile as I release her from my smothering hug. "More than happy I was ten seconds away from watching T.V.," I stated with disgust as I followed her like an adoring pet into the kitchen, A.K.A. that corner in the apartment that contains the fridge. "Oh that is bad we all know how much you hate cable. I'm glad I got here before that tragedy struck," she said still smiling as her tall slender frame had to bend down to check the empty contents of our fridge. Seeing that the inside of the fridge contained nothing but an abandoned spider web Sienna closed it and moved on to the cabinets in hopes of finding something edible there, but I knew she wouldn't. "How was work?" I asked as I watched her disappointingly close the cabinet doors one by one. Holding no food after her detailed search. "The same as usual," she said as she sat on top of the counter with a sigh, "lots of noisy kids, lots of married men with grabby hands, and no tips". I leaned against the counter next to her with a sigh of my own. No tips meant practically no pay in Sienna's line of work. Being a waitress in a family owned diner on the bad side of town wasn't exactly something that brought home the Benjamins. "That's ok. Maybe Lynette will have better luck," I say with fake enthusiasm as I try to lift the dark cloud that settled around us. Because while I may have been willing to be depressed on my own I am not willing to let my friends become down just because we were going through another bad month. Ok more like another bad six months but who's counting? Not this girl that's who. "Did we get any mail?" Sienna asked non-committedly as she hopped down from the counter and moved out of the kitchen and into the living room (which is a total of three steps). "Yep," I said as I followed her out of the kitchen, "We got bills, bills, bills, more bills and just in the interest of diversity we also got another eviction notice," I said oozing with sarcasm. "Awesome," she said monotonically as she plopped herself on to the couch gathering the bills into her hand going through them in detail and actually opening some of the envelopes to see what's inside. I sat next to her and laid down with my feet on top of her curved olive toned legs and waited for her to finish reading the range of our debt. I had just closed my eyes when I heard her say something. "What," I said in confusion as I opened my eyes snapping out of my sleepy state. Sienna gave me a understanding smile as twirled her dark red hair playfully in one hand. "I said, what is this?" Sienna repeated as she held an envelope in front of her. "What is what?" I asked with a confused yawn, causing Sienna to shake her head at me before handing me the envelope. I picked up the envelope with little interest as I read the front. Addressed to Ms.Olivia R. Davis, From The MGA was printed on the front in delicate gold writing. It was most obviously not a bill. And something in my name that wasn't a bill was not only a rare occurrence, but a straight out "Ferris Bueller not getting caught by his parents" kinda miracle. I was actually kind of scared to open the envelope, afraid it was some kind of new trick debt collectors invented to get people to open up their unwanted mail. But the curious stare from a pair of brown eyes across from me gave me the courage to continue. So very slowly almost hesitantly I opened the envelope. Dear Ms. Olivia Davis we of The MGA (The Manhattan GiveAway) are giving you this letter of congratulations for winning our special weekend in Vegas trip! As promised in our ad you will be given a total of five first class airplane tickets gifted to you and your chosen friends or family as you fly away on a Las Vegas adventure! Upon arrival you and your chosen party will be driven to the Sapphire Garden Hotel & Spa! Here you will enjoy a relaxing weekend of pampering before a night out in the town as you and your party are invited to The Capital! That's right The Capital, the popular nightclub chain is finally moving from New York and coming to The City of Sin. Be there for it's grand opening alongside famous celebrities, gorgeous models, and rich business tycoons! And for this special occasion you and your party will be given a full makeover, and dressed in a new fashion line from Flores Design's! So mark your calendar Olivia for June 10th and 11th because The City of Sin is waiting for you! This giveaway was sponsored by Blackwell Inc. I read the letter once then twice then after blinking several times I closed my gaped mouth and gently refolded the letter before placing it back inside it's envelope. My already pale skin turned ashen as I placed the envelope delicately on top of the unstable coffee table as I made my way to the living room window. Ignoring Sienna's worried voice asking me what the letter was and if something was wrong before giving up trying to get a response from me (and my blown mind) and grabbing the letter to read for herself. I listened to her read the letter. Her voice getting higher and higher as her excitement raised with each passing sentence, but her melodious voice sounded far away from me as I stared out the window in shock. I don't know how much time passed or how many time Sienna read the letter in happiness but no matter how long I stared outside that window to my utter amazement there were no flying pigs and (to my knowledge) hell had not frozen over. "Olivia!" Sienna squealed at me from behind snapping me out of my stunned trance. "Do you have any idea what this mean!?" She asked waving the letter excitedly in her hand like it was a flag. Her eyes filled with unshed happy tears and her smile so big it looked as though a clown had painted it on her face. "It means there's been a mistake," I said rationally as I turned to face her. Shoving away the happiness I desperately wanted to feel at winning something so incredible, because I wanted it to hurt less when the reality revealed itself and it turned out to be a hoax or a misprint. Or anything that proved that something so wonderful wasn't meant for me. "What do you mean it's a mistake," Sienna sad with annoyance at my refusal to acknowledge the letter, "it's in your name or can't you read. Look right here in bold letters it says Olivia Davis," she pronounced my name slowly as if I didn't understand English. "I know what is says Sienna, but there must be some mistake. I didn't apply for a trip to Las Vegas," I said imploringly. I tried my best to convey to her the improbability of the letter being mine when a loud squeal broke out inside the living room. However this time it didn't come from Sienna. It came from behind her. Big uncommonly beautiful amber eyes looked at both me and Sienna in excitement. "You mean I actually won!" Lynette Summers my second roommate, best friend, and everlasting thorn in my side said excitedly. One Night of Sin: Olivia's Story Ch. 02 Please rate and comment and if you have some constructive criticism about my writing style or story than please don't hold back. I want to be as good at this as I possibly can. ***** Danilo stared out of the car window with such heavy disinterest that one would think all color in the world had been bleached. His grey-blue eyes held no interest in the bright tall surrounding buildings or the vasts amounts of hurried people that walked among them. Las Vegas at night was supposed to be a spectacle. A grand parade of events, that filled it's onlookers with euphoria and excitement, but Danilo felt utterly detached from its splendor. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be inside Las Vegas and its glaring lights and raucous sounds. He would much rather be at home with his family, eating his mother's feijoada and bickering with his sisters over meaningless topics. He would laugh as they'd become heated with anger over a meaningless argument that he himself would spur. And be thoroughly entertained at their refusal to concede their argument until they'd been given the last word. Something he would never freely give to them as to make their squabble last throughout the entire evening until their mother brought in dessert and the whole disagreement became forgotten. Yes, Danilo would much rather create that memory of him and his family than one with him in a nightclub filled with beautiful, exotic, wealthy, and shallow people. And having been to many of these events before Danilo knew that shallow people were all that awaited him. He sometimes caught himself wishing for the excitement that once held him when he was younger and eager to go to these parties and events. When he was once enchanted by the celebrities, flashing cameras, and beautiful women. Yet as time wore on so did the luster and before too long all the beautiful smiling faces pulled down their masks and revealed their true skin and their honest expressions. And then before too long the world began to turn to grey and all color was revealed to be a artificial. "We'll be at arriving at The Capital in a few minutes sir," said a voice from the driver's seat. "Thank you Oscar," Danilo said to his driver grateful for the forewarning. It gave him time to put on his own invisible mask. For as much as he hated the many fakers of this world he knew deep down that his disapproval of them was hypocritical. He himself was one of them, a pretender. A fraud in his own right. And he was reminded of his own charlatan acts whenever he was forced to attend one of these parties and play the part of the happy successful millionaire. And while he may be successful and a millionaire, he was as far from happy as Pluto is from the sun. "We've arrived sir," said Oscar as he began to move the car in front of the outstretched red carpet. Danilo gave a sigh as he set his smile into place, he had already known they'd arrived. He could hear the obnoxiously loud rhythm of club music a mile away. And if that weren't enough of a hint the flashing camera's and the half dressed women trying to intice the bouncers into letting them into the club were enough clues for him to figure out that they'd arrived. The bright lights from the cameras combined with the lights from club were blinding even through the cars tinted windows. Danilo had to blink several times in order to adjust his eyesight to the onslaught. He was grateful to Oscar for waiting a few seconds before exiting the car and opening his door. And gave a mental note to give him a much deserved bonus in his paycheck, before exiting the car with a smile and watching as all hell broke loose. Cameras flashed at Danilo while women stared openly at the sight of him in awe. Yet whether they were staring in awe because of his good looks or because they were trying to mentally calculate how much his designer suit cost him, he didn't know. And he didn't care. The women's stares didn't compel him to stop, neither did the reporters with their questions, or the Hollywood celebrities that gave him well trained polite smiles and waves at seeing him. He returned the polite smiles and waves but didn't stop for anyone. He never did. Danilo had one goal in mind, get in then get out. The loud club music was already giving him a headache and he didn't want to be here any longer than he had to be. Walking through the club doors Danilo was immersed in it's atmosphere immediately. The club was loud and crowded, but it was also filled with an uncaged restless energy that seemed to be encouraging people onto the dance floor. And enticing them into releasing all their inner frustrations and worries for a single night of thrills and gratifications with the stranger closest to them. And Danilo knew as unpleasant as the thought of a one night stand sounded to him, the hope of freeing himself from his current aloof state of mind was appealing. However as attractive as an evening of amnesia sounded the morning that followed it would bring him nothing but awareness. And the awareness of false passion and disoriented tenderness was more than Danilo's heart could take at the moment. "Danilo!" A voice shouted Danilo's name in a cheerful tone from across the club's ever crowded dance floor. Danilo looked towards the voice in surprise before a real unmasked genuine smile replaced his practiced one. "Amal," Danilo called back to his friend in greeting as he watched Amal gracefully maneuver himself between the horde of half dressed woman that aggressively vied for his attention before managing to make his way over to Danilo's side (somehow unscathed). "Well I'm glad at least one of my so called friends could make it to my party," Amal said with false exasperation as he and Danilo shared a brief "guy hug". "Greyson couldn't make it?" Danilo asked Amal knowingly as the two of them made their way over to the bar. "No, the jerk said he had better things to do in Vegas than watch me hook up with woman. Which is complete BS because the only thing that guy knows how to do is work," Amal said as he ordered the two of them drinks from the bartender while continuing to rant about their mutual friend Greyson. Danilo only smiled and nodded on occasion as he listened to Amal's complaining. Though truthfully he wasn't all that surprised by Greyson's words. Greyson hated theses parties almost as much as Danilo did. However unlike Danilo, Greyson wasn't afraid to be a jerk about rejecting an invitation. Even if that invitation came from a childhood friend like Amal for the premiere of his first club opening in Vegas. Danilo on the other hand was just too nice. "Danilo, are you okay?" Amal asked jerking Danilo's attention back to the conversation. "Yeah I'm okay," Danilo said with a proficient smile before refocusing his attention onto Amal. Yet Amal knew him to well to be convinced by his spurious words. "You're not still upset over Emma? Are you?" Amal asked Danilo with concern, keeping his voice low as to keep others from hearing the intimate question. Yet no matter how low he kept his voice even the roaring club music overhead couldn't stop Danilo from hearing his question. And the simple mention of her name caused Danilo's stomach to curl in disgust as bile rose in his throat. "Trust me I'm okay and completely over Emma," Danilo said, letting her name pass over his tong with obvious disgust. Amal stared at him for a few seconds before seeming pleased by his words. "Well it's a good thing your over her because one of the greatest things about opening a new club so far away from home is that there's a very little chance of running into any past regrets or ex's... Oh wait, past regrets and ex's are the same thing," Amal said with a charming smile as the bartender set down their drinks. Danilo shook his head at Amal's words as he sipped his drink lightly. "Is that why you decided to build a new club in Las Vegas, because you've already slept with all the women of New York?" Danilo asked Amal jokingly. "Of course not," Amal said with roguish smile," I've only slept with all the beautiful women of New York." Danilo gave a heartfelt laugh at his friends unapologetic lecherous nature before emptying his drink. "So moving on to more serious matters, I need to ask a favor of you," Amal said surprising Danilo with a serious expression. "What do you need?" Danilo asked, honestly interested in what his friend needed that required him to formally ask for it. "When I first entered the club I saw the most uncommonly beautiful redhead that just screamed of no-strings-attached-wild-sex, but I haven't been able to see her since. So I figure two sets of eyes are better than one. So will you do a friend a favor and help me find the love of my night?" Amal asked with genuine sincerity. It was his sincerity that caused Danilo to burst out laughing. "I'm being serious," Amal said annoyed at Danilo's laughter. However it was his seriousness that caused Danilo to laugh harder. "Come on Danilo, I'm asking you sincerely," Amal said looking almost hurt at Danilo's refusal to take him seriously. "Yes I know that's why it's so funny, your sincerely asking me to help you find your new one night stand," Danilo said with amused disbelief. "Well I can't ask anyone else. This girl is so hot that if I ask someone else to help me find her they'll just try to steal her for themselves. You're my friend, I trust you not to try and steal her," Amal said trying to appeal to Danilo with a twisted logic. "Why don't you just ask Max?" Danilo asked referring to Amal's chauffeur and bodyguard Max Ranson. Who was somewhere in the club watching Amal from a close but unseen distance just like Oscar watched Danilo. "I already tried asking Max to help me look for her, but the cold blooded mute just stared at me like I suffered from an affliction," Amal said as he sent a glare in what might have been in Max's direction. Danilo was beginning to think that Amal did suffer from some sort of affliction, but none the less he was too nice not to help out his friend. "What does she look like?" Danilo asked resigned with his new task. Amal's face lit up like a kid on Christmas as he started listing the girl's physical traits. "She has red hair like I said before, medium length and smooth olive skin. She's tall and she might be a model, but I don't recognize her from any agency. She had dark brown eyes and was wearing a short black cocktail dress from your new fashion line," Amal said excitedly. Danilo wasn't that shocked by Amal's attention to detail. However he was shocked that she was wearing clothing from his new fashion line because it hadn't even gone public yet. Only a select few business partners had gotten access to them. Which meant this girl was either very wealthy or very influential, but either way wearing his new clothing line meant she wouldn't be to hard for Danilo to find. Without a word to Amal, Danilo moved from the bar and began his search. His ignored women's faces and hair colors and focused completely on their clothing. He noticed many of the clothes being worn were from his studio but none of them from his new line. And he was beginning to suspect that the girl Amal was looking for had already left the party (lucky girl). He had looked through every inch of the dance floor on both sides of the club and had checked the bar both upstairs and downstairs. But still no dress from his new line. He was about to give and go tell Amal to do the same when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. In the corner of the club, somewhere between the back emergency exit and the stairs was a dress from Danilo's new clothing line. However it wasn't a black dress like Amal described, it was a red dress. And the woman wearing it wasn't a hot redhead with dark brown eyes, but a beautiful blonde with light blue eyes. She wasn't tall and her skin wasn't olive but more of a cream. And she was exquisite. Danilo had yet to see Amal's stunning redhead, but he didn't think even she could surpass this woman's subtle beauty. And those words were exactly what described her, a subtle beauty. She wore a bright red dress but stood in a corner as if not wanting to be noticed. She wore light makeup that highlighted her delicate features, but rarely looked up from the ground. Almost as if despite being the most beautiful woman Danilo had ever seen, she didn't want to be seen. She didn't want to be observed or recognized, in fact it almost looked like she was trying to disappear among the multi-color lights inside the club. But Danilo didn't want her to disappear, he wanted to know her. His previous task forgotten Danilo moved toward the woman in determined but fluid steps almost as if his body had stopped communicating with his mind and was now possessed. Possessed with the desire and need to know her. Danilo didn't know if it was lust that drove him to her or if it was curiosity, but either way even if she didn't want to be seen he had seen her and a small part of him knew there would be no going back.