the rich bitch diaries - l.h // part 4
Bounce it, bounce it, I’m about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, Work your way up to them big face hundreds - just bounce it.
WARNING: Swearing, mention of sex, alcohol, and abusing drugs
Side note: Also I have no idea how to write smut without it just sounding extremely awkward and dumb but there is a rather sexual scene in this part so fair warning.. sorry.
“I can’t believe y/n curved you,” Ashton laughed while taking a seat next to her in our section of the club.
“At least I’m not the one sleeping with Trump’s niece,” I retorted causing Calum and Michael to snort and Ashton to shut right up. Ashton had fucked up and gotten involved with the Trump family; Trump’s niece to be exact. Despite her having a nice ass, she was just as unbearable and disgusting as her uncle. But no matter how much he hated her and the sex, he couldn’t just drop her seeing as her uncle and his father were business partners and pissing her off would ruin everything.
“Okay but you should’ve seen the look on Luke’s face though, almost like daddy took away one of his thirty credit cards,” she smirked. I glared at her. If she wants to be an ass, I can be a bigger one.
“Shut it, trust fund baby.”
She immediately stopped laughing and rolled her eyes at me while taking another drink of her champagne. That had struck her nerve. We’d only been at the Nice Guy for ten minutes and tension was already filling the air. Sure she had pulled stunts like that before but this was too far seeing as I getting sick of not getting what I want. “Well…I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like dancing. C’mon,” y/n spoke while grabbing Calum and Michael’s hands, dragging them towards the main floor, Ashton and I took another shot, following them.
Shot after shot, and drink after drink, I was trashed. Ashton was god knows where, Calum probably getting a blowjob in the bathroom, and Y/n and Michael grinding together. That bastard. They always had a habit of dancing together when they were trashed. They had this thing to where if one of them was too fucked up, they’d stick together, preventing them from hooking up with random people. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, maybe it was my jealousy, or maybe it was the fact that for once I wasn’t getting what I wanted when I wanted it, that made my blood boil. I took another drink. Slow down Hemmings, you’re drinking too much. I grabbed the nearest girl and began grinding with her, staring at y/n the entire time, hoping she’d notice and become jealous. Who knew you could be so pitiful, Hemmings. The blonde on my crotch turned around and whispered something in my ear that I was either too drunk to catch or just didn’t care in general. I nodded my head trying to play it off that I actually payed attention.
“We should get out of here,” she suggested while running her hand down my chest. I glanced to my left, y/n was staring. This could’ve been you.
“Your place or mine?” I smirked, feeling the alcohol hit me harder than before.
“Mine, it’s right down the street,” she replied, and before I knew it I was being dragged out the club, briefly making eye contact with y/n as she stood there in absolute shock as I left with another girl. You had your chance.
Blondie opened the door to her condo and stumbled in taking her heels off. It was a nice place. Her father was probably in the state government and bought her the place. But mine was nicer. Everything slowed and I knew what was coming next. I was about to blackout. I gently grabbed onto her hips and pushed her against the wall, connecting our lips, trying to keep my shit together for as long as possible. Y/n should be the one I’m pressing against a wall kissing. My shirt was thrown to the side and her dress was lost somewhere on the way to the bedroom. I was stumbling. Most of this I probably wasn’t going to remember in the morning. I lied back on the bed as she climbed on top of me and attacked my neck with her mouth causing me to moan. Y/n’s mouth would be better… I flipped us over, kissing her while running a hand down her body. Y/n would look better underneath you than this girl. Blondie flipped us over again, discarding her lingerie. I know for a fact y/n’s tits are nicer. She reached down and began palming my bulge. “Fuck y/n, stop teasing,” I moaned. My vision getting blurry signalling I was going to black any second.
“Excuse me? Who the fuck is y/n?”
A fist came at my face. And then blackness.