The Billionaire's Broken Angel

　　Dalia's POV

　　"I got the job, Chels," I screamed as I made my way into the apartment and saw my bestie in the living room typing away at her laptop.

　　She got up excitedly when she heard me scream and came to hug me.

　　"Oh, Lia. I knew you could do it, I said it several times," she hugged me again and we squealed like teenagers.

　　"Yeah, yeah, Mommy, you said it and you were right," I rolled my eyes at her playfully and we laughed again.

　　"This calls for celebration, Lia. We should go out and have a drink or two, what do you think?"Chelsea asked me even though she knew I would decline either way.

　　"I don't think so Chels. I have to report to work on Monday and I have to go to Darbie's in the morning to tell her I won't be working at the coffee shop anymore and then shop for clothes in the afternoon, I think it's a bad idea to go out for drinks tonight," I came up with excuses, hoping to God that she will drop the issue like she's always done but that wasn't the case.

　　"I was expecting you to say that actually. Too bad it has already been decided and there's nothing you can do about it. Girl, you've been here for 6 months and I notice you've been avoiding people like the plague, I wonder how you relate at work. I know something happened but I won't push you, Lia, I'd be here when you're ready to talk but tonight, we're going out and that's it," Chelsea said and I know she's right.

　　"But…" I tried to argue weakly with her but she wasn't having it.

　　"No buts, get your sexy black ass into your room and dress nice. We're going clubbing and that's the final. Who knows, you might loosen up and end up getting laid, it's been a while," she said and ran into her room.

　　I shook my head in amusement and went into my room to get dressed. Guess we're going out today.

　　I showered carefully making sure my hair was not touched. I wrapped a towel around me and exited the bathroom. I picked out a cute nude coloured top that doesn't require a bra(I hate them), a black leather skirt, black knee length boots and a nude coloured shoulder bag to go with it. I picked out a lace thong and started getting ready.

　　As I got ready, I thought about how my life had changed drastically in the last 6 months. An incident happened that made me leave my hometown and come to New York City. I thank God for blessing me with Chelsea, because without her, I might not have been able to have a fresh start.

　　I combed out my hair and left it down like that. I put on mascara and eyeliner that made my brown eyes pop and added lipgloss to complete the look.

　　I looked myself over in the mirror and liked what I saw, it's been a while since I dressed up(well, it's been over six months but who's counting). After I was satisfied with what I saw, I picked my phone and exited my room to see Chelsea already chugging down alcohol.

　　I cleared my throat and she whipped around so fast I thought she might get a whiplash. She smiled at me sheepishly at being caught already drinking when we were going out for drinks. She looked me up and down and clapped her hands excitedly.

　　"Oh my God, Lia! You look reborn, now this is the Dalia I used to know. You look so hot, I would definitely bang you if I was into girls," she said appreciatively, making me do a 360° turn for her.

　　"You look hot too, Chels. Thank you," I smiled at her while complimenting her too. Chelsea curtsied mockingly and we both laughed.

　　I wasn't lying, she looked so good in her black body fitting gown and gold heels that she bodied well, the gown had a big circle in the back which made it impossible to wear a bra. She left her hair in waves and her makeup was minimal and made her eyes pop.

　　We made our way outside when the ride Chelsea ordered for us came, there's no doubt we looked hot as hell as we left our apartment.

　　When we got to the club, there was a long line of people and all Chelsea had to do was greet the bouncer and we were let in. I don't even want to know what had transpired between them, I can't keep up with Chelsea's many sexual escapades.

　　We entered the club and it reeked of alcohol and sweat and the loud music blaring from the speakers almost made me dizzy. Chelsea dragged me to the bar and ordered 6 shots of their strongest alcohol. The bartender brought it and we both chugged the shots. It burned my throat but felt good after.

　　"I guess we're getting wasted tonight" was my thought as we ordered more shots again.

　　About an hour later, I'd already lost count of how much alcohol we'd consumed. We were laughing uncontrollably and it was obvious we were on our way to being drunk. Or you could say we were drunk.

　　We made our way to the crowd of sweaty people dancing, grinding and rocking one another and started dancing. We grinded on each other sensually and laughed when the other person did something funny.

　　We were having fun and just enjoying our night when Chelsea saw a man that caught her attention and shouted over the loud music that she'll be back. I nodded my head at her and she made her way over to her prey for the night.

　　I continued dancing, randomly grinding on people and just having fun when I felt hands on my waist. I ignored it at first, I was at a club after all and people are meant to dance amongst themselves. I continued dancing trying to separate myself from the man when I felt him pull me closer, his two arms snaked around my waist and his hot breath hit my shoulder.

　　I was angry that this man was trying to violate me. I might be a bit tipsy but that still doesn't give anyone the right to touch me inappropriately.

　　"Excuse me, what the actual fuck do you," I turned around prepared to give the bastard a piece of my mind when I was met with the most handsome man I've ever met in the entirety of my life, and my words got stuck in my throat.

　　"Hi, angel," his deep voice reached my ears and I swear I almost forgot how to breathe.