What the **** has the world brought me to?

I thought bitterly, waiting outside Al Arab Jumeirah. You might be wondering what I was doing there, Outside the most luxurious of hotels in Dubai that people like me dare not even look at?

Very well. Let me just go probe for my time machine and take you back in time with me to show you how unfair the world has been to me.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

'What? But that is impossible!' I slammed my hands on the table, feeling my anger getting the best out of me, my force making the table tremble beneath my hands.

Everyone except professor Edward flinched back at my immature outburst. I didnt even care what they thought of my actions, I had stopped caring for over 2 years now.

I wasn't always this bratty you know, but there is just something very wrong with this world, it forges even the purest of souls into bitches. After all, no one's born a bitch.

'I am really sorry Ms Dobrev. But you have indeed failed in all your subjects'. He spoke in a clear, professional voice. I felt the world around me spin making me collapse on the very chair I got up from.

I've never failed. Never. I was too used to being a young scholar, a go-getter. It's just that God thought, "oh, she's happy", smirked down at me from the heavens above, snapped his finger and made me sick and said, "there you go! Better", and not just for a short period, but two fucking months. During my fucking exams.

'But you guys said you would mark me according to the average marking system! I would've given my exams if you would've told me that I would fail otherwise' I said, looking accusingly at every professor present in that room. Feeling tears drench my face.

'Sweetie it's alright, marks are not everything' prof Sprout said soothingly. Expecting that her words would calm me down. Instead, it made my insides boil with anger. No one understood how hard I work every single day, and for what? To fail?

'Of course, it does, why else would I be working my pretty *** off this entire time?' I snapped and instantly regretted it as I realized I had hurt her. She was only trying to calm me down, besides it wasn't her fault I was failing.

'Sorry' I mumbled softly, feeling hopeless, looking down as tears fell from my cheeks, landing on my thighs with an inaudible thud. Smashing to nothingness.

'Is there nothing that can be done?' my voice was soft and was breaking just a little. But before anyone could respond, a familiar voice said in a clear loud voice behind me.

'I can help you, dear.' The headmistress of our college said, entering the room. When she was finally beside me, she squeezed my shoulder gently. I looked up at her with an almost optimistic expression. Though my vision was blurry from the tears, I saw her smile kindly down at me which warmed my entire being.

'But you will have to work hard for that. I have a friend of mine who recognizes your courage and has a job for you. Helping her would also be a great step towards prosperity for our university' Only then did I notice someone beside her. I wiped my eyes to clear my vision. She was a brunette and was in her late 30's, maybe.

'Why me?' I whispered. Turning my gaze back to our headmistress, confused.

'Because that job requires for you to be brave and intelligent my dear, which of course you are.' The brunette replied on behalf of my headmistress, smiling.

'Will that help improve my grades?' I asked, crossing my fingers underneath my skirt.

'I can make arrangements for your examination, yes.' She smiled warmly at me.

I sighed and wiped my face with the back of my hand. How bad can helping her friend be?

'What do you need me to do aunty?' I said standing up, determined to do what was about to come.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

Well? Are there no bounds to people's cruelty?

Turns out that the brunette was Ginny Spears urf The most enthusiastic reporter of the Khaleej Times. (For those who don't know what the Khaleej times are- It's the official newspaper of UAE.)

She wanted me to interview Alec Lightwood. Maybe because she was too scared to do that on her own and definitely because I am the best.

Alec was the notorious heir of THE Emirates. His father fucking owns UAE and is the most powerful businessman in the world. Alec is the only son of the Lightwood family urf the future leader of The Emirates.

Talk about being born into money and power. I scoffed.

'How am I supposed to interview a zillionaire! I ain't even a reporter!' I remember asking this to my aunt urf the headmistress.

'It's your problem now munchkin. I can't give you everything on a silver plater just because I am your aunt right?' She had told me when everyone was out of our earshot. Using that end-of-discussion tone of hers.

Tell me, just tell me please. How is exposing your only niece to the most dangerous slash unpredictable slash horny guy a favour? No please tell me! And how was I supposed to do what no one else could?

'Ahhhhh!' I whined, not caring if I sounded like my 6-year old self.

'It's all your fault' I pointed accusingly at the sky where your 'God' is supposed to be. I sighed and adjusted my dress for the hundredth time.

'**** them. I am going in.' I said. I mean how much do you expect a pretty woman to wait? It's illegal you know.

I made my way towards the hotel and practically died when I saw the interior. Every part of that hotel screamed money. And I swear I felt my wallet twitching in fear.

'Take me to Mr Lightwood. Now.' I said in an authoritative voice, as I approached the reception.

'He is busy' The receptionist said in an apologetic tone.

Busy doing what? Fucking?

I looked around, only to find myself staring at 7 guards. Damn the security is tight, I cannot just barge in.

Okay. Think Jess think!

'Fine. Can you please tell me which way the washroom is?' She pointed towards the north. I made my way towards where she had pointed. My heels made clinking sounds whenever my heels kissed the ground floor.

I pretended to head towards the washroom, then changed ways when she was out of sight and made my way towards the vent. Trust me if you wanna go here and there unnoticed, use the vent. But make sure it's a clean one you know?

Right now all I wanted to do was find that Lightwood bitch and get this interview over with

I removed my heels, picked them up and crawled my way into the VIP suite.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

'I am gonna ask you for the last time. Where are the documents.' I heard a deep, sexy voice boom beneath me, making me stop on my track, or well, on my vent.

Well, Mr Lightwood certainly won't mind me falling off from his vent delayed, he anyhow made me wait for 30 ducking minutes. I could certainly enjoy the show here for a minute or two.

I peeked through the hole to see what was going down there.

Ohhhh! I whistled softly as I saw a typical tall dark man. A mafia? I thought excitedly, he was holding a bloody knife as he continued tormenting a man, sitting on a chair. No scratch that, TIED to the chair.

I heard the deafening scream, laced with fear and sprinkled with pain coming out of that man's mouth, surrounding the whole room. And vent. Definitely the poor guy.

'Tell me, and I'll let you live.' The man holding the knife said threateningly yet casually while playing with the knife. Definitely a danger guy.

'I-I-I don't know' he stammered. Shaking so violently I thought he was experiencing an earthquake.

'Ahhhhhhhh' he cried out, as the danger guy gouged the poor man's eyes out, making me clasp my mouth shut with my hands so that I didn't cry out. Okay! I have seen action movies where they torture and stuff but this.... This was chilling. And heartless, how can someone do that to somebody without feeling like a monster.

That's it. I can't see any more of this!

I started backing away when my heel got stuck on one of the holes on the vent. **** vents. I reached over my heel to free it from the wrath of that wretched hole, when...

Clunk. Thud.

I groaned in pain, falling right on my butt. Rubbing my left butt which was throbbing as I fought to get up and before I could grieve about the possibility of my precious butt flattening because of my fall, I was surrounded by guys pointing their guns at me.

Ohhkkaayy... How did I not notice this battalion of well dressed, scary looking guards? And damn, their clothes alone cost so much that they could pay my rent for an eternity¡

'Who dares to interrupt me?' The danger guy thundered, turning to look at who the **** was foolish enough to interrupt him. In other words, me. He raised an eyebrow at me, a sexy smile playing on his lips.

Why does God have to make such a beauty a psychopathic torturer?

'I am sorry Mr Lightwood, we will escort this impudent girl out' a guy who was pointing his gun at me snarled.

Oh, he did not!

'Impudent? You son of a bitch!' I knocked his hold on his gun with one smooth kick with my good leg and smacking him on his face with the back of my hand.

You choose the wrong girl to disrespect buddy. But before I could feel proud, I heard the guns loading, while I unsuccessfully tried not to flinch.

'No. Leave us alone. And Rayn?' The danger guy looked at that asshole who I just smacked. 'Never speak without permission again. Or you know what the consequences would be' he growled at him.

'Y-yes Mr Lightwood' he stammered, looking like he was about to break down any minute. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from giggling. But then with a start, I realised that I was to interview this guy.

****. My. Life.

'Well, my dear friend, we will continue our session later. I have someone else to take care of' he turned to pat the poor guys head, who was bleeding so heavily I doubt he would even be alive when they 'met' again.

He turned his gaze back on me, his eyes demanding attention, which I didn't give. Not that I didn't want to look at him, who would not want to appreciate a composition of authentic art? For all I knew, if my circumstance were not this frightening, I would've settled in for a bucket full of popcorn while I ogled him head to toe. But I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of dominance, so I kept my gaze down.

Everyone left without another word, dragging the poor guy with them, Leaving me and that psychopath alone so that he could "take care" of me.

Thank you, aunty!

I am about to get brutally tortured by the man you wanted me to interview!

Xoxo

'Miss this would look lovely on you'

'This jewellery is perfectly your match!'

'Blue is totally your colour, miss.'

'Try this miss! Oh, you don't like it? No worries you can try the other one, you will look great either way!'

I know, you must be confused, his is she not being tired up like that man and screaming in agony? I think I will just have to go and probe for my time machine. Again.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

'Are you gonna speak up by yourself? Or should I make you talk? Trust me when I say that you won't like my way of persuasion.' He growled at me, expecting me to be scared. But to be honest? When you are facing death standing right infront of you, there is no point wasting your energy being afraid.

'I will, but only if you ask me nicely.' I said, pouting at him. He first looked at me in shock, before bellowing while clenching his fist into bawls.

Better relish my seconds while they last!

'Who. The. ****. Are. You.' He spat each word at me through gritted teeth, slowly making his way towards me. I grinned at him and spat the words back.

'Your. Worst. Nightmare.' I cracked up while he just stood there, outraged at my indifference. Who knew playing with death could be so fun?

'Woman, you have no idea whom or what you are dealing with.' He said, slowly closing in the distance between us. I pulled out my tongue at him and withdrew it quickly as I saw him reach for his knife.

'Hehe, you can't scare me.' I giggled as I took a step back. No guys I was not drunk. Even I wasn't sure what had gotten into me. I continued my giggling as Alec looked at me with a strange expression.

'Tell me who you are and what you want, and I will let you live.' He tried threatening me again. Talking slowly as if talking to a child who still can't understand language. I acted like I was considering it.

'No.' I winked at him before bursting into fits of giggles. He raised an eyebrow at me, causing me to turn my giggles into roars of laughter.

'Were you always this crazy?.' He shook his head in disbelief. Well, at least he wasn't threatening me anymore. Progress? I mentally patted myself on the back.

'Not crazier than torturing some man.' I whistled, I was so playing with fire. At least now my aunt can't rant about me not doing anything in my life. Because I won't have a life now when I die.

'Did you make new friends baby? Maybe a rat named ratatouille who made the sandwiches for your little picnic up in the vent?.' He started snickering,xcx completely ignoring my comeback.

Did he think ignoring my come back would help? Aw, just you wait mister, I smirked.

'Yeah, and he happens to make awful sandwiches. That's why I named it Alec special.' I started to laugh, expecting another threat from Mr Oh-I-Am-So-Intimidating, but I was rather taken aback when he started laughing along with me.

I stopped laughing, as I watched him lose up, he whom I thought was a heartless creature, laughing so heartily. He seemed so... Adorable.

'I was sent here to interview you, for the Khaleej Times. The security at the reception looked so right that I sneaked in.' I finally let out, as he was still chuckling lightly. I wasn't planning to admit what I was doing here, it just came out. He looked at me, his expression grew serious.

'I don't do interviews.' His husky voice resonated through my body, oddly comforting me as my spirits fell. I slumped my shoulders in defeat, which was rare for me.

I could've argued with him, made him answer the interview questions manipulatively, I knew how to do that, I could be very "convincing". But I didn't, because I didn't want to make him do something he didn't want to do. I didn't even know why I cared about his do's and don'ts, I am selfish you see, this was highly unlike me.

'But I can co-operate. Only on one condition.' I looked up to see that he was looking at me, observing me closely. I raised an eyebrow at him, not counting on my voice. 'You have to escort me to a ball.' Leaving me flabbergasted, after a moment of consideration. I nodded.

'Very well, what do you wanna know.' He smiled at me, leaving me to be dazzled as well as confused, tieing my tongue altogether right there and then.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

'Well? What do you think about this dress miss?' I shook my head in a "no".

'How about I select one for myself?' I suggested, getting bored with each passing minute. She looked shocked and began reciting the same thing like how I was their customer and Mr Lightwood's escort and that I shouldn't have to do the work on my own and blah blah blah, but when I insisted, she was forced to oblige.

I scanned the showroom for the most simple of the dresses, and my attention was caught by a blue dress. It was modest, satisfactory and looked gorgeous enough. 'I want this one.' I told the assistant, pointing to that dress.

'But miss, we have far more glam-'.

'I am sorry my dear but is it you or I who has to wear the dress? No right? So can you please take out that dress for me?' I said, cutting her off. I didn't care that I sounded like a bitch, all this shopping did something to an already bitchy person, making them even bitchier. If that's even a word.

'And no accessories please.' I added, ignoring her give me a horrified look.

'Okay miss. Please follow me to get your makeup and hair done.' She cleared her throat before speaking. Smart move.

'I can do my hair and makeup on my own.' I faked a smile at her before waving her off, I hated when others touched my face and no way was I gonna let anybody touch my precious hair. I've never let anyone touch my hair before and I won't let anyone touch it now.

As the assistant left the room, shaking her head furiously and saying something about girls these days, I started to get ready.

*After 2 hours*

I stared into my reflection as I heard a knock on the door. 'You done?' I heard a deep voice boom from behind the door, making me shiver in eagerness. But eager for what?

'Almost.' I called back, looking myself at my reflection one last time before I headed out.

As I stepped out of the room, I saw Alec gape at me. He leisurely trailed his eyes down my body hungrily, igniting fire wherever he laid his eyes on. He looked like he was about to eat me right there and then. I felt heat rush up my cheeks as I looked away, hiding my flushed face.

'Shall we?' He extended a hand at me, making me lookup. He flashed a glorious smile at me that captivated my entire being.

Well, it's sure gonna be some night.

I will kill myself. I thought for the hundreth time.

Not that I needed to kill myself, many women would love to do my biding, I thought as I felt girls and women hurl invisible daggers at me. Being the escort to the most desired man is bound to attract jealousy and enviousness.

I checked my watch for time, it has been 2 freaking hours in this hell hound but it feels like an eternity has passed by, for all those who think balls are all ooh's and ahh's and wow's. You need to wake up, right this instant. I yawned as I saw Alec talk to other businessmen.

The only worth thing seeing was how Alec's butt wiggled when he walked.

What you gonna do with dat big fat butt? Wiggle wiggle wiggle. I spilled a little mojito as I burst into fits of giggles. I didn't even care if people thought I was crazy, giggling to myself, it's just that I didn't like anyone here to laugh or talk with

I had given up communicating with these Richie rich rich people and excused myself the first few minutes I got here, all they talked about was money, power and sex. A lot of sex. All of these men were jerks, literally. And I wasn't gonna risk even eyeing the women there.

Now I think I understand why he is... The way he is. I mean I am bitchy without my environment being toxic, imagine being raised around this cheap mentality.

'Hey.' A sickeningly sweet voice called behind me, I turned over to see a blondie, smiling at me. A little too sweetly. I've long discovered the discrepancy between fake smiles and the actual ones.

'Hey.' I replied in a voice that clearly said "I am not willing to talk to you cuz you look like a bitch to me" as I sipped on my glass filled with goodness.

'So who are you? And why are you with Alec?' Perfect, getting straight to the point, I nodded approvingly, glad that I didn't have to make small talks with a bitch.

'I am none of your business and everything of his business.' I smirked down at her, leaving her to fend for herself in her insignificant cocoon of anger.

'Do you even own a private jet? No? Oh, my goods you are not even his match.' She said all riled up. I had to take slow deep breaths to refrain myself from shoving my glass down her throat. No, I wouldn't go violent on her, this was a verbal battle.

'I might not own a private jet, but I do own a bitch who owns a private jet.' I said, winking at her. Take that you scumbag.

'You- you called me a bitch? How- how dare you!' She looked like she was about to break down into angry tears. Crocodile tears off course, which she would use to get attention. Such a "pick me".

'Why, I didn't unless you think of yourself as a bitch who I own.' I said casually shrugging while sipping on my mojito, knowing that I had already won this little quarrel of ours.

'You will regret ever saying that.' She said through her gritted teeth and made her way towards Alec. What the-

He wouldn't take her side, would he?

I wondered as I saw her cling onto Alec, grabbing his arms and rubbing her ****** over it. No no, he wouldn't.  I shook my head at my folly as I took another sip of my mojito and nearly choked on it as I saw him making out with her. Right in front of everyone.

How wrong was I about him?

I laughed but felt tears threatening to escape my eyes as I ran out of the building and made my way to the balcony.

I need some air.

...~~𖣔𖣔❀𖣔𖣔~~...

As I stood there, trying to distract my mind from the downpours of emotions I felt inside me, I wondered, why am I hurt? It wasn't like we were together or something. I pulled my mind on happier thoughts, like what my girlfriends and I did when we were in school. I chuckled, feeling better.

'Hey beautiful women, are you crying or laughing? You want me to be your king?.' I heard an unfamiliar voice from behind me. I didn't even bother to hide my tears, didn't even turn to look who they were.

'No.' I replied, voice devoid of any emotions.

'Oh c'mon, what is a queen without a king anyways?' He chuckled, thinking that his absurd message was a joke.

'Still a queen.' I replied, my voice turning from emotionless to powerful. I stopped fidgeting with my bracelet and turned to look at him. He looked tongue-tied, most people around me end up getting tongue-tied.

I got up and turned to leave the terrace as my way got blocked by a hand. 'Where do you think you are going? I am not done with you.' That man had the audacity to stop me, I smiled.

'But I am done here.' I started to walk away but before I could take another step, I felt myself being pulled into a tight hug. This man, I clenched my teeth so hard that I thought they might shatter.

He had just made the anger that I tried to bury deep inside of me explode, with apex force. I kicked him in his shin hard allowing him to bend on his knees before me, before punching him on the nose, receiving a clean crack.

Now that shall make him think back to how disastrous it can be for men like him to provoke a tigress every time he tried to do it again.

'At least you cleared one thing to me, not every joker is amusing, some are just downright annoying, like you.' I smiled at him as he bleed his nose out, and made my way out of this unpleasant place built for pleasantness.

That night, as I walked out, I assured myself that it would be the last time I see any of him. But I guess God wasn't done taunting me.