Chapter 1 Don’t Stop,Stranger.

"Bitch, you forgot the iron again. Are you really this stupid?"

Meredith's voice resounded through the room.

Naomi didn’t move, she kept staring down at the hem of the gown she was hand-sewing. Her hands were shaking, because of the screams she was trying so hard to hold in.

"I’ll get it right away," Naomi said quietly, standing up.

She was working all night on Isabella’s gala dress and her fingers were hurting. This dress was a design stolen from her sketchbook again.

‘‘She’s actually more stupid than you think.’’ Isabella said from the door, while tapping her newly manicured nails against her phone. “And God, Naomi, do something about your face. Do not ruin the day for me.”

Naomi forced herself to smile. "I'm sorry," she said simply, walking past them to fetch the iron.

She passed the hallway mirror on the way and paused. She looked nothing like the girl she used to dream of being. Her elegance was always hidden under the old clothes she wore.

Later that night, while everyone was asleep. Naomi tip-toed into the attic. It was the only place Meredith hadn't removed her mother's things from.

A dusty mannequin stood in the corner, wearing her mother’s unfinished design, it was a wedding gown with one missing sleeve.

Naomi pulled out her sketchbook from a loose cupboard and turned the pages to her latest design. It was a deep crimson dress with a slit. She whispered, "One day, someone will wear this masterpiece and they’ll boast that I made it."

Naomi’s phone vibrated. It was a text from Isabella:

“Be ready tomorrow. We’re going to The Lexingtons for pre-gala drinks, don’t embarrass us.”

A second message followed, “Or better yet, just stay home.”

Naomi sighed and shut her eyes.

She resisted the urge to hit the wall and scream but instead turned to the sewing machine and began stitching.

The next evening at The Lexington, Everything there screamed luxury, Laughter filled the grand ballroom and the air was thick with perfumes and champagnes.

Naomi walked behind her stepsister, with her borrowed dress and hair pinned up in a messy bun she packed herself and she also tried not to step on the train of her sister's new dress…her design by the way.

“Find a corner somewhere and don’t speak,” Isabella whispered to her, adjusting her ear rings before putting her arms around her rich friends.

Naomi nodded and made her way toward a corner near the bar, her stomach was empty and her eyes kept scanning the room, admiring the decor and all.

Her eyes wandered across the room and she saw a man in a black colored suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome but he had this kind of aura. An imposing CEO aura.

It was Lucas Bright. Who doesn't know Lucas Bright in the whole country? He was the youngest tech billionaire in New York with a net worth of over 5 billion.

Their eyes met for just a second, or so she thought they did. Her heart stuttered and she looked away quickly embarrassed he might catch her staring at him. She told herself it was impossible. There was no way he would notice a girl like her.

Hours later at home, Naomi stumbled up the stairs. Her stomach was burning, her body was hot and her head was feeling light. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the wine Isabella had handed her at the party was the only thing she took.

Isabella had asked her to take a glass, pointing out that she was so tense. “Loosen up,” Isabella had said, smirking. “This is a party not a funeral.”

When she finally reached the top, she realized something was wrong. The hallway looked different than the one at home. She didn’t recognize the paintings on the walls or the scent of the air.

She wasn’t home, she was still at Lexington's penthouse.

“Where…” she mumbled, gripping the doorframe for balance. She stumbled inside a room, her head heavy.

“You’re here early,” a deep voice said from the corner of the room.

She turned, but her vision was hazy. A figure emerged from the shadows, it was tall and had the outline of a man. The figure was stepping out of the bathroom, shirtless with a towel slung carelessly over his shoulder.

Naomi’s breath hitched.

“Who…”

Before she could finish, the room tilted again. He reached for her, catching her before she fell with his firm hands.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

She tried to answer but her lips barely moved. She felt this man pull her up and brush her lips with his. He kissed her. Her vision blurred and she couldn't resist. She finds herself kissing this stranger back.

"Don’t stop please, I want more " she moaned quietly.

Naomi’s heart raced. She knew this wasn’t right, that she should push him away, but the world was dissolving and softening around her. Her thoughts slipped like water through her fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she continued without intending to. “Please… ughhhhhh.”

He lifted her easily, setting her on the bed. The sheets were smooth and expensive, very different from the thin blanket she slept under every night at home.

She felt him unbutton her dress carefully, she has never felt like this before but it was pleasurable.

She tried to tear off her gown by herself, before he held her hands mid air and whispered, “Let me do that.”

She held unto him as he took off her panties and she was stark-naked.

The last thing Naomi felt was a mild rush of pain as the man penetrated her and she let out a moan, the softness of the bed beneath her and the sound of her heartbeat pounding faintly in her ears before everything went dark.

Back at the party, Mr. Lucas Bright's attention was drawn to a girl who was dressed differently from every other person in the ballroom but still looked stunning in her cheap dress.

He didn't peel his eyes one second from her. He didn't know why he found her attractive, he needed to distract himself.

He picked up his phone and sent a text to his friend. “Get a girl for me.”

After that, he walked upstairs.

Imagine his surprise when the damsel he couldn't take his eyes off walked into his room. The heavens were sure standing with him.