RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO

“Get out of bed, Brittany!” Margie yelled before grabbing my legs and pulling me out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud, my head banging against the floor of my room.

“Ouch!” I cried out, clutching my head as I felt my head sting with so much pain, I could have sworn I saw stars in front of my eyes.

I forced myself to my feet and glared daggers at Margaret.

“What the hell was that for?”

She glared back, and snickered at me.

“You promised to come with me to the club today. And I come and find you in bed? You bitch!” She scoffed.

She moved to my wardrobe and threw them open as she started to rummage my clothes.

“Go take a shower, I'll pick a dress for you. Hurry up! Or I'm coming in there and I'll drag you out.” She stated in a threatening tone.

Groaning, I dragged myself to the bathroom. There was no need arguing with Margie when she got like this.

She had been trying to get me to go to the club with her for months ever since she got a new job and moved to Los Angeles.

I had moved too because well, I had nothing waiting for me back at New York and my aunt was more than glad to see me leave.

Margie and I have been roommates ever since. Though we could never be more different. She was wild, a party animal and popular with the guys and I was just well, Brittany.

I quickly showered and stepped out of the bathroom in my towel.

I took one look at the dress Margie had laid out for me and her mischievous smile and froze.

“There's no way in hell I'm wearing that! My mother would roll in her grave if I did.”

I suspected the dress would barely skim my thighs, and it looked too revealing even though I was yet to put it on.

“Oh come on, it's a club. Just try it on.”

Reluctantly, I went to my wardrobe and got my underwear and quickly slipped into them before reaching for the dress.

“No way, Margie!”

The dress was too short. It showed too much of my boobs and it covered little. My thighs and laps were on full display and the dress didn't even have a hand.

She took one look at me and giggled excitedly, clapping her hands like a three year old.

“You're definitely going to get laid in that. You look perfect! Let's go!” She urged.

I eyed her own outfit, and I realized I was probably more decently dressed than she was.

Arguing with her was pointless as usual. I grabbed one of her bags and stuffed my things into it and allowed her to drag me out to her car.

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Margie was nowhere to be found. She had abandoned me at the bar the moment we got here and I had no idea where she went.