Chapter 3 Scandal

Sloane's Pov

The only dream I had since I was six years old was to make a lot of money and take my mom very far away from my dad. My childhood was crap! I was born out of wedlock and separated from my mom on my sixth birthday. I was made to live with my dad and his wife, against my will. My rich dad owned a chain of companies so I never lacked anything except from love. Growing up, I hated my dad a lot because he made me do things I didn't want to do. Whenever I refused his orders, my biological mom had to bear the consequences. As if separating me from my mom wasn't enough, he also tortured her because of me. I never got to see my mom again. Whenever I got the chance, she'd push me away and deny the fact that I was her daughter. I couldn't count the number of times I cried myself to sleep whenever I thought of my mom. I had a step mom ofcourse. Her name was Hagar. She had a son named Jack but Jack wasn't my dad's son. Jack was from Hagar's first husband. He literally wasn't my step brother. Two years into their marriage, Hagar gave birth to a girl for my dad. They named her Dani. Not like I cared though, I never bonded with my dad's perfect little family. I was an illegitimate child afterall. In my second year in highschool, I began modelling. I starred in a commercial which went viral and that was how my modelling career began. Surprisingly, my dad didn't stop me from modelling. My fan base grew in a short period of time and I was already a celebrity by the time I got into college. As I juggled my modelling career and my education, I figured I didn't have a boyfriend. I had a lot of male and female admirers and a lot of guys had asked me out, not only because I was a celebrity, but because I was so beautiful. I had a slim figure, my curves were at the right places and I was overly confident. Which guy wouldn't want to have a gorgeous and confident lady by his side? I didn't love anyone though. Especially not a guy. I hadn't fallen in love before because I had no love to give. You can only give what you receive, but since I hadn't received any love since my sixth birthday, I knew I had no love to give anyone. But I wanted to have a boyfriend. The thought of it really appealled to me. When I finally started dating, I realised that I wasn't satisfied with only one man. I wanted more. I began two timing Sometimes, three timing I never had four boyfriends at a go but I did one night stands. A lot. Not because I was obsessed with men but because I enjoyed the fact that men were obsessed with me. Nine years into my career, I became a supermodel and I  was nicknamed the nation's goddess. I was literally a goddess among men, so I didn't care. I changed boyfriends whenever I got bored or tired and I just loved the life that I lived. I dated a lot of men because it took my mind away from my painful childhood and it made me miss my mom less. And also, because it was fun! Presently, I had a boyfriend. No, two boyfriends! One named Derek, sat on my couch and waited for me to come back into his arms. While the other one, named Harley was standing right in front of me. I should have looked through the peephole before I opened the door. If I did, then I wouldn't be in this mess. "What-what are you doing here?" I stuttered. "The last time I called, you said you were on a business trip" "Of course I went on a business trip, but this --" He pointed the screen of his phone at me. "--made me come back sooner than expected" Oh no! Not the Luka article again! Was Luka haunting me today? Or was it karma, because I cheated on my two boyfriends with a one night stand? Why won't the journalists leave me alone? Was I the only celebrity in the world? Was I the only supermodel... ? No matter what, I had to fix this? I couldn't let Derek and Harley discover eachother. I couldn't let them find out that I was two timing the both of them. I batted my lashes and I smiled seductively at Harley. "Baby" I husked "You shouldn't mind these things. They're trying to tarnish my reputation" I repeated the same words I said to Derek. I didn't have time to come up with another lie. "That guy in the picture is my friend from college. We just had a little reunion" I said "You had a reunion in a hotel?" He asked, with doubtful eyes. I had to clear that doubt. Quickly! I brought my face closer to his. "Nothing happened between us. Don't you trust me, baby?" I whispered. I could tell that what I did worked. I had him around my pinky finger. "I do trust you, Sloane" he said. "but this is the fourth scandal you've gotten into since we started dating" Ofcourse! My life was full of scandals. And the scandals always revolved around my love life. The internet said I had an active love life and they were right, but I couldn't let Harley find that out. I had to convince him otherwise. I waved my hand dismissively. "They're all lies. They're after my reputation, that's all. As long as you trust me, then I don't care about the scandals" I held his gaze confidently. It was time to finish this up. Before I knew what was happening, he wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me closer to him. "It's rude to keep your guest waiting outside, isn't it?" Oh no! I couldn't let Derek catch us both in this position. I had to do something. Fast! "Sloane?" Too late. I was done for. "Who the hell is he and why is he holding your waist?" I met Derek's icy gaze and I knew my two relationships were over. ******************** I sat on the floor of my wine cellar as I took a swig from the wine bottle. I was sad. Not because, a one night stand with Luka had made me loose my two boyfriends at the same time, but because I had no men to fawn over me. I needed another boyfriend. I was The Sloane Anderson. I was a goddess on earth. I didn't deserve to be without a boyfriend. I usually waited till I found other men who I was attracted to, before I dumped my present boyfriends and it wasn't time to let go of Derek and Harley yet. I had never been caught two timing before, this was the first time I got caught and it sucked! Well, at least it didn't hurt. I wasn't in love with either of them. I didn't chase after men, they chased after me. Who wouldn't? I was the nation's goddess afterall. I had a list of men who'd been asking me out for a long time. All I had to do was date one or two. It wasn't going to be hard. I picked up my phone and called Hilda, my manager. I had an assignment for her. Minutes later, she was in my house. She knew  everything about me, even my door passcode. She'd been my manager since high school and she was like an elder sister to me. She was divorced and lived alone with Joey, her seven year old daughter and her mom. Asides from my two friends, Tiffany and Rivera, my manager Hilda was the only person I could share my feelings with. She even knew the secret around my birth. Nobody, not even my friends knew I was an illegitimate child. Only my family and Hilda knew. I was grateful that she stayed loyal to me. "What's the problem now, Miss Sloane?" She asked as she collected the bottle of wine from me.  "Are you worried about the article that was posted today?" So she'd seen it! Why wouldn't she? I was always shocked at the speed in which everyone read my scandalous articles. Like they've been waiting for it to get published. A mere journalist could get rich in a day by just publishing an article about me. I shook my head in negation. I was a bit tipsy so I didn't trust myself to speak. "You never care about the articles so why are you trying to get yourself drunk?" I recoiled at her tone as she scolded me. "Don't scold me, I'm the victim here" I said "How? What happened? Is it because of the article?" "Partly" I breathed. "Derek and Harley broke up with me" She inhaled deeply, out of shock "Did you get caught?" She asked I nodded "That sucks!" She exclaimed. "I told you not to sleep with that Luka guy, but you did and now your boyfriends have dumped you. You can't change that though!" She said as she helped me get up. "You have to move on!" She declared. One thing I liked about Hilda was that, she never for once judged me. I was a lady who had a huge appetite for men. I had an arrogant ass but she never for once criticized it. She knew why I was doing this. She knew about my painful childhood but she still stayed with me. "Thanks, Hilda", I was about to say but she suddenly got a call. She stepped aside to answer the call and when she was done, she had a strange look on her face. "What's the problem?" I asked her, a bit worried "It's your dad" She said  "He wants you to come back home. You know what he does whenever you disobey him" The hell I knew!