Chad's POV

Pssh, women. I stared out after the sixteen years old female that was running out the door, entirely naked. I brought my hands to my head and leaned back against the bed headboard, clearly disappointed. She would rather have some drunk guy touch her than Chad Dylan Cooper? Unbelievable. My friend Nico knocked at the wide open door and asked, "Did you scare them off again?"

"More like she scared me off. I'm never dating another virgin again." I shook my head. "No, I'm never dating another 16 year olds."

"I told you they were feisty! Just yesterday, I had picked up this chick from the streets and you would not believe how much of a bitch she was! She kept on snapping at me whenever I touched her!"

"Why did you sleep with her then?" I readjusted my pillow and threw the girl's bra away, her breasts were too small for my liking, and fondled with her underwear for a bit.

"Her cleavage was huge. Plus, she was being harassed by a few men and she was fighting them like a man! I was interested to see in what she can do in bed, you know?" He yawned. "You should probably be getting some sleep for your meeting tomorrow."

"I don't care about that. All I have to do is convince my parents that I'm sick and they would leave me alone and I could bang another girl." I threw away the panties and patted my member.

"Right, right. You know Chad, it wouldn't hurt to find a true love out there." I was going to say something sarcastic, but he beat me to it. "Good night Chad."

I heard his foot steps echo down the hallway and then I covered myself with some blankets. What does he know? Women are just sex tools. They have no worth in life than please men and produce babies. If I didn't know any better, I would have just own women like properties and make money off of them.

Sonny's POV

"Thanks for leaving me last night." I grumbled, trying to vacuum the very skin off me. Whenever Marshall, our manager, look my way, I would instantly vacuum the table, which is highly odd as it is a glass top table. Today is a very special day though, and Marshall was stressing about it.

"I'm sorry girl, but you know I had a curfew! Gotta follow my beauty routine!" Tawni Hart said, applying some blush on her cheeks. So much for my best friend, nonetheless my co-worker.

"I was attacked by some rapers and touched by some hooligan!" I hissed at her, perhaps too loudly.

Marshall snapped his head to me and motioned for me to stop vacuuming. "Sonny, you work too hard, really. Take a break, we wouldn't want them to mistake you for a maid!"

I laughed, "Marshall, calm down! We're going to do fine! You can bet that you're going to get a raise seeing how we're such magnificent girls!" I saw Tawni giving herself a kiss and flirting with her mirror out of the corner of my eye. "Well, at least I am."

Marshall made a noise and he continued his pacing and hair pulling. I sighed and sat down next to Tawni. I couldn't believe how conceited she was of herself. The day that the biggest company will interview Tawni and me to have the job of assisting the boss! I even asked my dad for a new outfit, which made him give me several more bruises.

It didn't matter anyways, today was a special day and nothing could change it! I borrowed my mom's white blouse that showed more cleavage than the arms, and had to wear a skirt I made out of a curtain I stole at the office. It was super tight since my dad had thrown up on majority of it, and since washing the special fabric was too expensive, I had to use what was not ruined.

A ring echoed throughout the room, and Marshall fumbled with his pockets to get his cellphone. "This is Marshall Pike." He flashed us a smile, moving his lips to say that it was the company. "Yes sir, but we-no sir. It is fine. Mm-hmm. Yes, bye." He snapped his phone shut and turned so his back faced toward us. "Well, I have good news and bad news! Which one do you want to hear first?"

"The good news of course!" Tawni and I said in unison.

"Yes, er, well, um, we're meeting Chad Dylan Cooper instead! Isn't that exciting?" He moved his hands like this person was Justin Beiber or something.

"Ugh. That monster." Tawni rolled her eyes.

"Who is he?" I asked, standing up. "What does he have to do with anything?"

"Well, he's the boss's son. Apparently, you two girls might work with him instead! Well, aren't you lucky?"

"That person is always fucking another girl. He's all over the magazines." Tawni flipped her hair. "I don't want to work with him no matter what."

"But Tawni! How bad can he be? Besides, I need the money!"

"Well you can do that without me!" Tawni stood up. "I believe Marshall hasn't told us the bad news yet."

I glanced at Marshall and I saw him wince. "He wants a personal assistant instead of a professional one."

"Ha ha!" Tawni slapped her thigh. "This gets better and better! Come on Sonny, where's your bright point of view? Go and get the job! You do need the money, right?"

"Well, I guess, but what do you mean by personal-"

I got pushed out the door and heard it slammed behind me. Marshall yelled that Chad was in the lobby, and I could still hear Tawni laughing. Well, if I could get away from my father, then what's there to lose? I put on one of my sunniest smiles and walked down the hallway.

I saw a blonde man with crystal blue eyes with a swarm of girls around him. Is that really him? I hesitated. Is he really one of those people who would play with girls? I took a deep breath and continued on. "Mr. Cooper? Hi, I'm Sonny-"

"Oh great, you finally arrived." He motioned the girls away and looked me up and down, stopping at my breasts. I blushed and shifted onto my feet. "I guess coming here wasn't a waste of my time." He motioned to the seat next to him. I sat down, farthest away as possible.

"So, Sonny Monroe. What happened to your friend, Tawni Hart?" He asked, leaning towards me.

"She-" Crap. What was I going to say? That she thought he is a monster? No, that would be too mean. "She was away on some errand."

"Huh, she's too busy to meet Chad Dylan Cooper? Wow." He then looked me in the eye, "So Sonny, what's your bra size? How much do you weigh? Do you have a boyfriend?"

I got caught back for a minute. "Excuse me?"

"Never mind, I can tell. You're a size C36, you weigh 116 pounds, and you don't have a boyfriend."

I scoffed at how correct he is. And how he is so arrogant. "I can not believe you!" I stood up. "You are what they say! You're just some...some...some prostitute!"

Chad gasped, "I am offended! You should know that the girls do not pay me a bit! I generously offer them it!"

"That's even more horrible! You're just some-" I got interrupted by the crash of his lips on mine. I stared at him, wide-eyed, and stumbled a bit when he pulled back abruptly. I gasped for air. The kiss was so violent that I shuddered at the impact.

He licked his lips for a bit, staring at me mischievously. "You had no permission to kiss me!" I said, angrily. I shook my finger at him.

He smirked. "You're hired, but you have to answer this question first."

"I don't think I would want to work with you!" I yelled, walking away.

"Oh really?"

"Really!"

"Fine then."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

I mocked him, "Good!"

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen!" I yelled and began racing down the hall. Once I was sure no one was around. I squealed excitedly. "I got the jo-ob! I got the jo-ob!"

The door opened and out came Tawni. She looked at me weirdly, "What happened to you?"

"I just met Chad Dylan Cooper and got a job!" I shrieked. Although he's arrogant, at least I could pay for the bottles my dad drinks! Ah, today is a happy day!

Chad's POV

My jaw dropped as I heard the girl named Sonny say she's sixteen. She looked so mature for her age. And those breasts...

I shook my head, no, I'm not dating her. Bang, but that's it. I smiled at a few women who were walking by, and they giggled. As much as I liked to see them in bed and all, I just didn't feel like being in the mood. It's probably that Sonny girl's fault. She seemed to have brighten everything up, making me see how horrible I really am.

How is that possible though? I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, and Chad Dylan Cooper is awesome. No doubt. In fact, he's so awesome that he's going to host a party! Yeah, the best party in the world! One that Zac Efron would not be in. I smiled to myself and brushed my hair back. I called Nico and told him that I would be hosting a party tonight. Knowing him, he would invite other people, and those people would invite others, and so on.

It doesn't matter, everybody gets to see how awesome I am.

I sat in the middle of the Jacuzzi, surrounded by girls. I rubbed one of them on the knee, and drank a beer. I heard loud woops and yells at the front of the entrance, and saw Nico coming out. "Hey Nico! What's up my man-Wait Sonny?!"

"Well well Chad, seems like we meet again." Sonny said, flipping her hair in an annoying way. She looked like she was about to punch me, but Nico held her back.

"Woah woah Sonny, he's my best man!" He grabbed a beer from one of my servants and chugged it down. After he finished, he crushed the can and took another one. "Chad, this is the girl I met two days ago. Remember?"

"You didn't say that we were going to his party! Heck, you didn't even say party at all!" She glared at me for a while, and then turned to glare at Nico.

"Yes, but this is one of my ways to...say I'm sorry. How's that huh?" He drank another and while he went to get another can, Sonny pulled her arm out of his. Nico looked confusingly at her for a bit, but then spied a chick walking by. He began to follow her while Sonny scoffed.

"Well you look nice." I said, checking her out. She was wearing a purple strapless dress that seemed to keep on falling down.

"Oh shut it. Wait, you really think I look nice?" She giggled a bit, but then her face turned into a scowl. "Just look at the girls around you." She turned around and walked away.

After a few minutes of my tongue down a girl's throat, I got cut short by Nico.

"Hey Chad, do you want to join us for a game of poker? We can turn it into strip poker!" He said, holding Sonny again.

"Sure, poker is just fine." They walked to the middle of my garden, where a crowd of people were waiting. "Well, excuse me ladies. I have to go. I'll call you though!" I gave them a wink, and they swooned over it. I grabbed a towel and sat down across from Sonny. Again, she's held captive by Nico.

After a few rounds, I lost most of my money and Nico gained it all. For a drunk guy, he did good. "I let Nico win..." I muttered.

"Right right." Sonny said. I gave her a glare, and she just waved it away. Man, that girl is getting on my nerves!

"I just wanted to say," Nico stood up, "that this is the best party ever! Winning $2,504 is the best part of it! I would like to announce that I'm dating Sonny!"

There were woops all about and Sonny looked shocked. "What?!" She and I both yelled. Nico grabbed her face and pulled her into a long kiss.

"Okay okay okay! Party's over guys!" I put up my hands as I heard groans and shouts. "Sonny, get over here!"

"What do you want?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"You didn't tell me you were dating my best friend!" I pointed furiously at the now wasted Nico, who once again, got surrounded by girls.

"Yeah, well, what does it matter to you?" She continued rambling on about how she only works for me, and how Nico never mentioned that they were dating. She looks so cute when she's angry. Her nose would get all scrunched up and she would look so irresistible. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. After a few seconds, she started to relax and respond. I grabbed her perfectly round ass and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I knew my best friend would be mad at me, but she felt so good. I had to stop it at one point or another though. I let go and asked, "To my room?"

She looked dazed, "Uh yeah!"

I carried her bridal styled into the mansion and plopped her down on the bed. I locked the door behind me and began kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around my waist and it felt like instant bless.

I had a dream of this. I just wanted to say that. Please review and tell me what you hate. I, personally, hate how it went too fast at the end. I have a reason for this though. Please bear with me. Or you can review all you want to make me hurry up. Please note that this is my first story, so be harsh on me all you want. Constructive criticism helps.