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Dead, if I have anything to do with it.
Everything will be focused on that.
CHAPTER 1
Natalia
The Present…
I sitin the chair at the Clippers Salon, where my favorite stylist Bea works. She’s both a hair stylist and a beautician, having studied at one of the top schools in America.
“What do you want done today, Sweets?” she asks, standing behind me, her head tilted to the side. She has indigo-blue hair cut into a severe bob with short bangs in a Kill Bill tribute. Strangely enough, she’s the best hairstylist I’ve ever gone to, despite her own strange taste in hair color and cut.
“I want a fresh trim, wash, and blowout. I have a big date tonight and have to look like a million bucks.”
Her eyebrows raise at that. “Do tell! I didn’t know you had a man. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“The deal isn’t clinched yet,” I say. “But I’m hoping you can make sure it happens. I need something slick and sleek. I need my makeup done, too. Hot but classy enough to be with one of the wealthiest eligible bachelors in Manhattan.”
She wiggles her shoulders and grins. “Oh, so exciting! Wealthy, eligible bachelors are one of my favorites. Do you have a photo so I can daydream while I do your hair?”
I shake my head. “No can do. I’m going to an exclusive club that comes with a Non-Disclosure Agreement.”
“Ohh, even better. That means it’s going to be kinky.” She wags her eyebrows. “Is it one of those BDSM clubs?”
“No, it’s just a private club where young, eligible, and wealthy people go to meet and have fun. I’ve heard that there’s a lot of hook-ups and some kink, but because the people are all wealthy, you have to sign an NDA in order to get in.”
“It’s not one of those Sugar Daddy clubs, is it? You surely don’t need that. You could get a rich husband all on your own.”
“It’s just for fun,” I say, not revealing the real reason I’m going. Only one person knows that — one of my besties, Michelle. Everyone else will think it’s just an evening out for some wild abandon during the final months of my medical degree. What it really is will remain private.
Revenge.
I watch my reflection in the mirror as Bea plays with my long dark hair. I know she’ll be planning what to do with it, imagining what I’ll be wearing and how to do my makeup to enhance everything.
“I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to give you a trim to clean up these ends, and then blow it out and iron it so that it looks like black satin. Then, I’ll do your makeup. What are you wearing? What color?”
“Black,” I say. “Black velvet. Low cut. Just above the knee. Black heels. I want to look polished and sexy but not slutty. If you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean. Not over the top.”
“Exactly. This guy I’m hoping to snare is very rich, very handsome, and very powerful. I don’t want what we have to be just a one-night stand.”
“Okay, got it. Long-term girlfriend material. Sexy, but classy.”
“Right. I want him to take me to his bedroom, but also want him to take me to meet his family.”
She nods. “Let’s go.”
For the next hour, she trims my hair, paints my nails in a modest shade of sheer pink, and then washes and blows dry my hair before ironing it.
Then, she does my makeup, and the end result is exactly what I want — classy, sexy, but not slutty.
I want him to imagine me riding him, but also riding in his limo to meet his family.
I want into his life.
Deep.
