Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 109: VIP Treatment.

Chapter 109: VIP Treatment.

The moon shone brightly in the night sky as the sleek Ferrari pulled up to the club, its engine purring smoothly. Mark, who was driving, grinned at his friends in the rearview mirror. "We’re here, folks! Let’s paint the town red!"

Lara, dressed in a beautiful red gown, sat beside him, laughed playfully, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Olive and Henry, in the backseat, cheered and high-fived each other.

Aiden, dressed in a blue outfit, who had been quiet until now, spoke up from the passenger seat. "You know, Mark, this isn’t exactly subtle. A Ferrari? Really?"

Mark, who was wearing a matching outfit with Aiden but in red, chuckled. "Hey, why blend in when you can stand out? Besides, Jessica’s mom owns the club. We’re VIPs tonight!"

Jessica, dressed in a short white floral gown, who was sitting between Olive and Henry, smiled and winked at Olive. "Yeah, and we’re going to make the most of it!"

Olive furrowed her eyebrows at Jessica’s words. ’Make the most of it?’

As the group stepped out of the car, the club’s bouncer, a towering figure with a stern expression, eyed them up and down before nodding at Jessica. "Ah, you must be the VIPs. Right this way, please."

The group followed him into the club, where they were immediately enveloped in a sensory explosion of pulsating lights and thumping music. The air was electric with the hum of conversation, the smell of expensive perfume, and the fizz of champagne. The group felt a thrill of excitement as they made their way to the VIP section, where a plush couch and a bottle of champagne awaited them.

The VIP section, where they were led, was a raised platform overlooking the main dance floor, with a velvet rope separating them from the rest of the clubbers. It was a labyrinth of plush couches, glittering chandeliers, and flashing dance floors.

As they settled in, Mark raised his glass. "To an unforgettable night! May the music be loud and the memories last forever!" The others cheered and clinked their glasses together, taking a sip of the bubbly drink.

Olive couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as she gazed out at the sea of dancing bodies below. The music was infectious, and she found herself tapping her foot along with the beat.

"I don’t know if Lucas and Anabella are still coming. They should have arrived by now," Aiden complained as he gazed at his phone, dialing Lucas’s number.

"Oh, he’s coming too," Olive murmured under her breath.

"He should be here soon. This party is for all the new students, a welcome party and the first one we’re all going to have together since vacation," Mark chimed in with a smile. "Lucas and Anabella wouldn’t miss it," he added while the group nodded in understanding.

Jessica, who had been gazing at Olive with an intensity that made her skin prickle, finally stood up and winked. "I’ll be right back, sweetie. I’m going to get us some hard drinks."

"Uh, I don’t take alcohol. Besides, I’m not interested in having any drinks. I already told you that you don’t have to get me anything," Olive replied with a warm smile, stopping Jessica midway.

"Come on! You’re a guy. Just a little wouldn’t hurt. Just stay here, and I’ll buy you the most expensive drink," Jessica insisted as she pointed towards the far end of the room, where a private bar served up exotic cocktails and champagne, and a selection of hors d’oeuvres and canapés was laid out on a gleaming silver buffet table. "Be right back, sweetie," she added.

As Jessica disappeared into the crowd, Henry leaned in close to Olive. "The girl likes you, it’s pretty obvious," he whispered seriously. "You might as well just have a taste of her if you aren’t going to date her."

"What? Oh, come on. Stop talking nonsense," Olive replied almost immediately.

"It’s not nonsense. Unless you’re blind, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed her moves," Henry interjected, his voice insistent. "You might as well just have a taste of her if you aren’t going to date her. It’s not like your..." he lowered his voice "...d**k isn’t working."

"I’m not like you, Henry," Olive said, rolling her eyes. "She’ll stop catching feelings soon enough once she sees I don’t pay her any attention."

"Damn! You’re too innocent for my liking," Henry replied with a frustrated sigh. "Anyway, I want to go look for Rachael. She invited me, after all, so it’s only proper I see her." He added before excusing himself from the group.

"Alright have fun!" The group chorused together with an outburst of laughter as the watch Henry made his way through the crowds.

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In a private room reserved for VIP guests, a luxurious oasis was tucked away from the pulsating energy of the club. The door, marked with a discreet sign that read "VIP Room," swung open to reveal a sumptuous space that exuded opulence and intimacy.

A plush, king-size bed draped in rich, velvety fabrics dominated the room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling mirrors and soft, golden lighting. The walls were adorned with lavish artwork, and the floor was covered with a thick, cream-colored carpet that felt like silk underfoot.

Rachael, dressed in a red floral gown, stood before Michael, who was dressed in a white T-shirt with black trousers.

"I heard you gave that riff-raff your number," Michael sneered, his voice dripping with disdain and anger. "Do you want to sleep with him?"

Rachael, already trembling with fear, managed to reply, "Yes, I gave it to him."

"Oh really? Why? Is it because you want to have a taste of him?" Michael asked with a wide smirk. "You’re such a slut."

"Michael!" Rachael yelled, her voice filled with anger, but she only ended up getting slapped across the face, making her fall to the ground.

"How dare you yell at me? Am I wrong about you?" Michael barked as he bent down to Rachael, raising her chin with his finger. "It’s not like you didn’t sleep with guys when you were in the States."

"I didn’t! I’m being sincere," Rachael managed to say, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You’re the one who has always been cheating on me, but still, I didn’t leave you."

"Oh really? So why didn’t you leave? Because you know you’d die of poverty if you did. You slept with your stepbrother, and that’s why your father disowned you. I was the one who saved you, brought you to my house, and fed you. I even paid your tuition fees," Michael spat with a burst of laughter.

"Even your friends don’t know this. You couldn’t tell anyone because of how ashamed you are. No one even knows you lived with me before the school resumed. They all think you live in one of your family houses."

Rachael could only continue to cry at Michael’s words. He was right, after all. She couldn’t tell her friends what she was going through for fear they’d judge her.

"You’d better not even think about sleeping with another guy while you’re still with me, or I’ll ruin you and then kill him. I swear, I’ll kill him. So you better warn him to stay away," Michael said in a serious tone. He then stood up and walked away from Rachael.

"Make sure you apply some powder to cover up the mark on your face. I wouldn’t take it lightly if there’s another rumor about me hitting you like last term. So you better do well to hide the scars and meet me at school. We’re not staying at this party anymore. Find your way back to school because you’re not driving in my car." He added before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Ping!

Rachael stood up from the ground and sat in front of the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks. She then picked up her phone from the dressing table and glanced at it, only to see a text message from Henry.

Hey! Where are you? I’m here already.

She sniffed back her tears and proceeded to reply to the text.

Come to the VIP Room upstairs. Room 108...