The party at Bury was somewhat secluded away from the bustling town, making it suitable for private functions. As I entered the property, I saw the promised indoor pool connected to the living hall with a specialised heating system installed to it so that guests won't freeze themselves to death. A small enclosed patio is located next to the pool with garden furniture and BBQ facilities.

The house already warmed up when we arrived, with guests filled up one-third of it. I assisted Milla and the host to adorn the entrance with a mini photo booth while stocking up the utensils, plates and cups by the buffet table. All kinds of booze, snacks, fast foods were served on the table enough to feed a pax of 30 while a couple of fizzy drinks on the end dedicated just for me.

I was introduced to Milla's friends and just like her, they're as hot as the Brazzers girls with tight abs, busty curves, inverted heart shaped bums and perfect faces. The girls dressed in rainbow tank tops and matching mini shorts, some in multi-coloured mini dresses to complement the rainbow effect. Milla wore an off-shoulder pastel rainbow top with denim mini shorts, while I had my floral shirt, a khaki trouser and a rainbow bandana which was an emergency purchase at the Primark to comply with the theme.

I was alarmed by the presence of G-Wagon guy who attacked me at Heald Grove the other day, dressed in black leather jacket by the patio smoking a fag. This means, Nick could also be around.

Milla caught me in distraught and she assured me that he was on duty for crowd control, so I was the least of their problem. We resumed embellishing the mini photo booth, while I cautioned myself for Nick.

Abs arrived an hour later, on an Uber premium ride. He made an entrance as he walked in, and the girls' gaze followed him into the hall. I can't blame them for ogling when he looked that attractive in sky-blue long sleeve cotton shirt and olive cargo trousers. He went straight to me and Milla by the lounge when he spotted us. He fist-bumped me and gave Milla a peck on both cheeks.

"Rainbow theme? Did I miss the memo?" Abs scanned the crowd around the room.

"It's was a last-minute thing!" Milla hollered over the deafening music of Sigala's Sweet Lovin' playing behind us.

"Isn't it the World Cup season right now?" he suggested.

"We decided to go against something trending!" Milla replied carefully.

The crowd filled up the living room wall to wall and half of it by the poolside, dancing and jamming to series of remixes including God's Plan, Man's Not Hot, Taki Taki, One Kiss, some of Marshmello's, Calvin Harris', Avici's and Alan Walker's.

I offered tipsy headed Abs to join the dance floor, but he refused. As the intro to Despacito blared through the speakers, my heart skipped to it that I released his hand and grabbed Milla's.

We jumped into the crowd like happy kids on a playground. The beats pumped into our hearts, sending electrifying signals to the pulse down to our feet as we groove. We raved, jumped and threw ourselves around, oblivious to our surroundings. With her hand in mine, we twisted and swayed passionately like a pro, our feet suddenly jived into synchronised steps. I felt alive, we had real fun together.

But when the song ended, everything subsided. I turned to see Abs standing in front of me with frustration plastered across his face.

"Go mingle with others or go home!" he glowered at me with a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

Stunned by his sullen remarks, I felt my cheeks reddened with embarrassment. I downcast my gaze and headed to the lounge while he switched position with me to dance with Milla like a substitute during a match.

Abs had Milla by the wrist and led her to dance. Milla was reluctant at first but she conceded.