“There ain’t no party like a Hollywood party because a Hollywood party don’t stop!!!”

I smiled, watching some weird white rapper on stage at a club the next night. I wasn’t sure what club it was because I had never been there before but so far I liked it, and definitely liked the drinks I was being served. Who needed Nick, Stellar Designs, my father, or anybody really when I had this Eminem wanna-be on stage pretending he was Vanilla Ice and a very cute bartender who was practically feeding me margaritas? Definitely not I. I didn’t need any of them.
All I needed was myself, these breast because they seem to get me whatever I want, and this Visa card that was taking care of my bill.

Of course, maybe I think the bartender is cute because of the drinks and I think he looks like Nick a little. It’s sad that I miss him so much but he hasn’t even called me. My mother came over to my apartment this afternoon to bring me something to eat and said that she babysat Katie last night because Nick and my father worked late.

I found that a little odd. My mother is babysitting for Nick, hell for anybody for that matter. She never does that for anybody but she’s doing it for a guy that supposedly loves me. I guess that really proves that she’s trying harder to make our relationship better.

Of course, why the hell am I caring about who takes care of Nick’s kid? He doesn’t care that I gave up my job at my family’s company for him and for her future. I don’t care. I don’t care anymore at all.

“I don’t care,” I said softly, as someone tapped me on the shoulder. “What?”

“Don’t care what?” a voice said. I looked over to my right to see a familiar face there. “What are you doing here? Are you drunk?”

“Daniel, what are you doing here?” I asked, staring at him. Of course, when I decided to go the past two nights he was the last person I expected to see. “I mean, this isn’t your scene.”

“I met with a client here,” he said, giving the bartender a twenty dollar bill. “What are you doing here? Isn’t tomorrow a work day?”

“I don’t have a job anymore,” I said, drinking the rest of my drink in one huge swallow. I slammed the glass down on the counter, demanding that the bartender give me another one.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. He looked at the bartender, telling him I didn’t need one.

“I got fired for messing around with a designer,” I said, looking at him. “Of course, we didn’t consider it messing around, but whatever. My father doesn’t give a shit about how I feel so why does it matter now? Don’t you hate me? You know, like everybody else hates me.”

“No, I’m still pissed off at you but I don’t hate you,” Daniel said, taking his drink from the bartender. “I really don’t think you should be here drinking a lot, let alone drunk.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things I shouldn’t do,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “So, got a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Want one?”

“Not really, I want more than just a girlfriend.”

“Eh, alright then,” I replied, grabbing his drink away from him. I took one huge swallow and handed it back to him. The look on his face was priceless. “Want a wifey, huh?”

“You know what I want,” he said, staring back at me. “I was ready to settle down and get married and have a family. You weren’t and that’s understandable. You’re afraid of commitment, that’s all.”

“Nick, I’m not –“

“Who’s Nick?” Daniel asked as I paused. “What? Is that the guy?”

“Yeah, just, I was trying to say that I’m not afraid of commitment Daniel. It’s just that, you know, I wasn’t ready for that with you,” I said, crossing my legs. “Nick has a little girl and she’s really cute and I’m not scared of her at all. I’m fine with her.”

“So what, you’re ready for marriage and kids now, with this guy?”

“I never said that.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m not saying anything because it’s not gonna happen because one of us had to give up our jobs and since he is the main designer and we’re in the middle of designing the Spring Collection, I quit for him so that it wouldn’t screw the company over. Now he hates me because I gave up my birthright,” I said, standing up from the stool. I started to wobble a little and he grabbed my arm, holding me up.

“You shouldn’t wear stilettos when you go out to drink,” he said, standing up from his seat. He grabbed both of my arms, staring me in the eyes and I remembered what one of my favorite things about him was.

I loved his eyes. They were so green, almost like grass and they matched his skin tone so well. The color of his eyes ere all that I could stare at.

That was the last thing I remembered.

I picked my head up from my pillow the next morning, realizing that had drooled on it. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry. I definitely had too much to drink the night before. I rolled over, sitting on my butt and realized that I still had my slinky little silver dress that I wore the night before.

Did I have that much to drink?

“Did you wake up?” a voice said as I paused, looking at the doorway. My vision was blurry but I knew that voice.

“Daniel?”

“Yeah, I brought you home and decided to stay over. I slept on the sofa,” he said as he walked into my bedroom. I stared at him blankly. “Don’t worry, nothing happened.”

“Good,” I replied. I tried to move off of my bed and almost fell, realizing that I still had my stilettos on. “God, I’m not drinking that much again.”

“Erin, what are you going to do with your life now?” he asked, walking further into my bedroom. “Are you just going to sit around and be the typical heiress now?”

“No.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Go to some other fashion companies,” I replied. Daniel started laughing hysterically, but I didn’t really think any of it was funny. “What’s so funny?”

“Erin, I love you but industry people think you’re a joke. They think you’re in this because of who you are,” Daniel said. I just looked away. “I don’t think that because I know that you’re really smart and that you’re good at the fashion stuff, but babe, that’s what people think. No one will hire you on your merits alone because of who you are.”

I rolled over on my stomach, hugging up against a pillow. I knew somewhere deep inside that he was right. No one was going to hire me. He was right. “Erin, if I had a fashion company, I would hire you. I mean, was this guy even worth it?”

“I thought he was,” I whispered, looking back at him. I was trying to hold the tears back but I wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” I said, watching him as he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. “I’m not scared with him.”

“Then tell him that.”

“He already knows.”

“Then, if he knows that and he still doesn’t want to be with you because of that then he doesn’t deserve you,” Daniel said. I rested my head back in the pillow, wondering if he was right.

I walked into the office later that afternoon to see Sabrina the receptionist giving me a snotty look. The bitch didn’t realize that I was still her boss’ daughter and I could have her fired. As I walked in, I saw my father standing at Nickolas’s door. I smiled slightly, seeing my father smile when he looked at me.

I looked at my office, noticing that it was still empty and thankfully he hadn’t hired anybody else yet. I was relieved to say the least.

“Erin, what are you doing here?” my father asked as I stared at him. “You look like hell.”

“Thank you Daddy,” I said, leaning up to give him a hug. He took my hand, leading me into his office and shut the door. “How is everything going?”

“Fine, just fine. I thought that you might be mad at me,” he said, leaning against his desk.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” I replied, sitting down in a chair. “I know what I did was wrong, but I mean, I couldn’t help it, you know? There’s some things you can’t help doing.”

“So why did you come here today?” he asked, giving me a weird look.

“Daddy, I saw Daniel last night and well he made me realize that nobody is going to hire me for a job like I had here,” I said as he interrupted me.

“Of course they will. You’re a great young business woman, Erin,” he said, smiling at me.

Of course any father would think that.

“Daddy, really, people only look at me like a little heiress who only had a job here because of what family she was born into,” I said, looking at him. “It doesn’t matter where I went to school or what experience I have, I have this stigma about me and I’m always going to be known as that.”

“Erin, I’m not giving you your job back,” my father said, walking towards his door. “If that’s why you came, then I suggest you leave.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, walking out of his office. I looked over, seeing Nick standing at his door. He was staring at me and he looked sad. He watched me as if he was taking all of me in, like a starving person in a restaurant, watching everybody’s food walking by but theirs.

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t his anymore because of his stupidity and I didn’t work here anymore.

I had to find a job… now.