The Billionaire's Obsession

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Amelia said sitting across me with a scowl on her face. She didn't like the idea. The idea of attending a party posing as someone else. It was everything but a good idea and that was what inspired me. It was a risk, and I definitely love risks. I ignored her observation and continued looking at the dresses I sneaked out of the house. I've always been the type of girl to try new things no matter how risky and this— I raised the ticket that I picked up from the floor and smiled. This will give me the chance to explore. "You should at least tell me what you think about this gown," I told my best friend, Amelia. Her blue eyes rolled and she shook her head in disbelief. I get it, it was strange that a new girl like myself would feel comfortable enough to go to a party I know nothing about. Not just that, but a party where I have to pose as someone else. "You don't even know why she threw the ticket away." I paused. Maybe I shouldn't have told her about the part of picking the ticket from the floor but she was my friend and I didn't want to keep it away. "Amelia," I called and held her hands. "I promise you I'll be fine. This is my only chance to see the outside world. I can't miss this." "Fine," she scoffed and fell to the couch. "What if your mom calls me?" "Don't take her calls." "What??" "Yes. Listen, I know what I'm doing. My curfew is 10 pm but I'll stay an hour later. If you take her call, she may figure out that I lied. So please Amelia, Just do as I say." "This is crazy," she frowned. "I know." Amelia wasn't the type to take risks or even explore like myself. She was more of a reserved nerd who liked to read romance novels and trace countries on maps. I've known her for a few weeks but it did seem longer. Her brown hair was packed in a ponytail and her face was buried in a book by the time I was done dressing. "Hey," I called and she looked up. "Oh wow." A smile tugged on her lips. "You look— different. " "Really?" I asked and she gave a nod. "Promise me you'll come back early no matter how much fun you're having." "I promise," I chuckled and grabbed my purse. I shoved the ticket inside and reached for the door. The fact that the venue was a club on the downside was a reasonable discouragement but I brushed it off. I swallowed the lump in my throat when the taxi stopped me at my destination. I slid some bucks into his hands and climbed out of the car. "Thanks!" I smiled and finally turned away. I reached for the mask and covered my face. The place was guarded with some bouncers and for a moment, adrenaline rushed through me. What if someone noticed me and— "Your ticket," a huge man asked and I nervously smiled back into consciousness. I handed it to him while trying to cover up how nervous I was. "Camilla Bourdillion," he said looking at me. "Yeah, that's me." "Good to have you. This way, come with me," he notified. Glad it was a themed party and I could wear the mask all night. As I stepped into the room, red and blue strobe lights illuminated the place. There was background music playing with some girls dancing by the pole. They were stark naked and I stood in awe of the view. This was the first time in my nineteen years I was witnessing a party like this. "Camilla," a voice greeted and beckoned me to join a table. "The VIP table is over here." I smiled in response and walked toward her. She stood up to kiss my cheeks and I went blank. "Please sit." I looked around me and everything else was eye-catching. Whoever organized this party was creative as hell. "I welcome you to TILL DAWN SN!!" The Mc cheered from the stage. "Are you ready to have fun??" "Yeah!!!!!" The crowd yelled. "DJ play us some crazy beats!" He said and a loud sound echoed in the hall. "Camilla." "Camilla?" The voice called louder. Shit, I forgot that was me. "Heyy," I smiled and reached to kiss his cheek. "You look good." He had this blank expression with a small smile. "Is something wrong?" I asked him. "No— this," he said touching the cheek I kissed. "It's just new." "Oh. Excuse me, I need a drink." I walked away hastily to the bar and signaled the barman. "Distilled whiskey." That was a damn close shot. Whatever personality Camilla had was definitely confusing 'cause now I didn't even know what to do. I gulped the whole drink and lowered the glass to the slab. "One more." Just as he turned to get me an extra shot, I noticed the blonde guy walking toward me. "I see you need them for the night," he said with a small smile. "Yeah." I turned back and gave a small nod in appreciation to the barman. I gasped when I finished the content and breathed out. "I need to get you ready for your dance." I froze. "What?" "Camilla, your dance. It's the most anticipated show for the night." "I'm sorry, I just—" "Do you want to take that off and get some fresh air?" When I figured he was talking about the mask, I shook my head in disapproval. "No no. I'm good." This wasn't what I wanted for my night. I wanted to have fun like every other normal person was but— whoever Camila was had a complicated life. "This way," he said and I walked behind him. "It's easy, be as seductive as you can and have these thirsty men drop their bucks to feel your breast." What the f**k? Camilla is a f*****g stripper? I tried to hide the shocking expression on my face. "The organizers are over there and they've made a bet that you'll be the biggest fundraiser with that sexy ass of yours." "Hmm-hmm." "I'll be right back," he said. "Wait, hold on!" "Yes Cam? I need to choose a sexy pair of lingerie for you." "I'm not dancing." "What?" "We're canceling. I fell and—my ankle. It uh—hurts. I can't dance." "Holy s**t, Camilla. We have just ten minutes left." "Then go ahead and tell the organizers." "Aaron." The blonde guy turned to respond to his name. "Get Camilla ready, it's time." Aaron turned to look at me and for a moment I was conflicted. I had no idea how the real Camilla would have acted but something told me she was a fierce b***h who did what she wanted. "I am not performing tonight," I announced with a stern look.