*Demetria*
I'll show them!
Show them who they decided to mess with.
Then I'll get Xander, and this time I'm going to keep him forever. I needed to cool off before I did something... dangerous.
I pulled out my phone, calling Mother. "Where are you?" I snapped at the receiver as soon as Mother picked up. "Pick me up right now. Same place."
I ended the call and walked back to the place they dropped me off. They'd better be there by the time I got back to the coffee shop.
Or else, there would be hell to pay.
CHAPTER 21.
My legs were glued to the floor as Liam's fist met Xander's cheek. Xander yelped painfully in surprise as Liam's knuckles swiped deep into his skin.
"It's time for you to learn your lesson, little brother! Once and for all!" Liam growled at a bent-over Xander, who is busy cradling the side of his face, moaning from the pain of Liam's hard hit.
"Oh my God!" I yelled at Liam, shocked. "You just hit him!"
Liam looked up from Xander and stared at me, his jaw clenched hard. "Stay out of it!"
Xander's moans quickly turn into battletalk, "Yeah, Marisa, you stay out of this. My big bro and I, we've got some business to work through."
Xander lunged towards Liam, wrapping his arms around his waist, knocking him to the floor. Liam's arms were quick to respond; he began pounding on Xander's back as the two began this wrestling/boxing thing on the floor beside the couches. My eyes widened as I stared at the two brothers fighting violently. I didn't know what to do; I'd never had to break up a fight before, let alone between two giant beasts of brothers.
"Stop it!" I marched in front of them wrestling on the ground; blood was spilling everywhere. "Stop it, you guys; there has to be a better way. You're grown men for crying out loud!"
They didn't stop. Xander punched Liam's side; a painful moan escaped Liam's mouth as he moved over to the side to escape Xander's repeated hits.
Xander's found his sweet spot. Liam's side must have hit the ground hard when Xander first attacked him. The fighting didn't stop.
I didn't have this problem. I had a little brother and sister who loved each other. I'd never had to deal with sibling rivalry. Even being the fuck-up that I was, my siblings and I were cool.
How did these two get like this?
"Stop it!" I screamed at them. I went in circles trying to find something in the expensive hotel room to stop them with. I noticed the figurine that I had fought with Demetria over sitting in the spot I returned it to. I grabbed it, and threw it to the ground right beside their bodies. The porcelain statue broke into a hundred little pieces. The sound echoing throughout the room was enough to stall the fight for a moment.
"Stop fighting," I demanded, pointing my index fingers at each of them as they struggled to catch their breaths. "Xander, get your hands off him. That goes for you too, Liam!"
Using their shock to my advantage, and the fact that they were no longer on top of each other throwing fists, I marched in between them. They couldn't hit each other with me in between them.
I hoped not at least.
"Move," I ordered them. "Now!"
"He started it," Xander whined, pushing his body across the floor away from us. I stared at Liam's face; his jawline was badly bruised and bleeding. He grabbed the side of his face and slowly got up, his eyes never leaving my stare. Standing up, his shirt was completely torn from the side, showcasing his sixpack. I briefly glance at the bruised skin before looking back up at him. As if he'd noticed me staring there, something in his eyes changed.
"Are you okay?" I whispered to him. His deep-blue eyes stared into mine for a few seconds before he turned to a moaning Xander on the ground.
"This was a warning; this shit better not happen again!" Liam yelled at Xander. He looked back at me briefly and marched out of the room.
Okay, what the hell just happened? Liam's presence still lingered in the room even though he left.
"I'm the one who was attacked, and you ask him if he's okay? What about me?" Xander moaned, still on his back on the floor. I gazed down at his bruised face as he leans his body upwards into a sitting position. Blood dripped out of his nose, sliding down to his lips.
"I guess I'm not the only one," I murmured. Xander's forehead creases as his eyes narrow at me in confusion.
"You're the not only one what?" he hissed. "Don't tell me you're on his side. You don't even know him!"
"I know what it's like to want to hit you!" I snapped at him. "I've had to deal with you for over twenty-four hours now, and you've been nothing but a menace toward me. Laughing and giggling like you're so smart!"
"After all I've done for you?" Xander belted back, trying to get up but struggling. The compassionate side of me wanted to help him, but the bitter side quickly kicked that notion away.
"Done for me?" I yelled back in disbelief. "I've been in constant pain since meeting you!"
He held the side of his head; Liam's knuckle marks still visible. I hope that this makes Xander learn a valuable lesson: not everything in life was funny, especially his stupid tricks.
And he isn't a 'misunderstood guy', he knew exactly what he was doing.
There was a knock on the door.
"Hello," an unfamiliar voice called from the other side. "We're coming in!"
The door opened, and three men in power-suits walk in. Their expressions were worrisome as they eyed the state of the room.
The living room was a mess with couches out of their planned positions, pillows thrown everywhere, broken figurine pieces everywhere, and blood is sprinkled across the flooring.
The bill was going to be high.
"Mr. Barns, is everything okay?" One of the suits asks as soon as they see his bruised and bloody face.
"We've received multiple calls for a loud disturbance," another man stated as he eyed the room.
"Everything is fine," Xander told them calmly. "There was just a little misunderstanding. All is alright now."
Misunderstanding?
How does trying to make everyone out for a fool just so you can get your kicks on with blonde bitch a misunderstanding? My eyes narrowed at Xander's explanation.
And Demetria? Try explaining that!
Xander walked over to the three that were clearly in charge and began whispering. They nodded their heads and quickly vacate the room. Much to my shock.
"What? Where are they going?" I asked, as they leave without another word. "How did you do that? Really! How did you?"
A knowing smile broke across Xander's face as he turned back to face me. "Because, like I said, I get what I want. And you and I have some business that we need to take care of first."
Oh really? He thinks he's a big man now.
"First of all, stop staring at me like that," I snapped at him. "And don't you worry, I haven't forgotten, and would have gladly fixed this whole thing with you way before all this shit-that you caused-happened."
I searched the room for my thong, looking at the coffee table where I had put it last. It's not there. It must have fallen down during the fight, so I walk around the couches.
"You're not going to give it to me fresh? That wasn't part of our deal." He walked toward me, now, in just his black boxers, having taken off his robe. Despite his face being bruised, his body was perfect. I tried not to gape, not wanting to give him any ideas about where we were never going to go; that ship sailed when I found out who he really was.
Panty-fetish boys were not my thing!
"I came to do that, but you were busy fucking Irina! What was I supposed to do, interrupt you guys? Erm, excuse me? Uh, Xander, I know you're busy drilling this bitch, but can you just take a five-second breather, and come out here so I can take off my panties for you like a stripper would?'"
"Honestly, yes," Xander said back calmly.
"You can go fuck yourself; that would have never happened. Not even if I owed you a billion dollars. There's no way I would ever walk in on you doing the nasty with that skank ass!" I snapped at him.
"How I love it when you use that tone on me," he whispered lustfully. My eyes rolled as I looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was annoying me again. I got down on my knees to search underneath the couch.
"Oh, hello. I like where this going." Xander smirked.
"Dare to dream, pervert boy." My hand creeped underneath and stopped when it felt fabric and plastic. The plastic bag must have fallen underneath with the thong while the boys were fighting all over the living room. I grabbed both and pulled them out.
"Found it, thank God," I stated in relief. "Now, I'm done."
"You're not done," Xander said as I get back up. "Far from it, actually."
"Go fuck yourself. I'm as done as done can be," I told him sternly. "Especially with the likes of you!"
There's a knock on the door.
What now? I looked back at him. "What now? Is there someone else out there that you've screwed and now they want revenge? Tell me right now, because I'm going to need the energy that I've been holding out on reserve so I can snap at your ass!"
Xander looked away as if he's innocent. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
He walked over to the door and opened it.
"Yeah, I bet you don't!" I snapped at him, as a beautiful, tall brunette walks inside.
"Melania!" Xander said in relief. "It's about time you showed up!"
Melania giggled as she hugged Xander. He pressed his lips to her neck and whispered something; her face turned crimson as she bit her lip.
Obviously dirty.
"Go to the bedroom; I'll be right there," Xander told her. She nodded and walked to the bedroom while swaying her hips and paying no attention to me.
Hello, I'm here too, bitch!
I turned back to Xander, who had his usual Xander-twinkle back in his eyes.
"Well, it looks like you have company. When did you arrange that? I doubt Irina would have been okay with a threesome, seeing how she reacted to Demetria and me," I accused.
"Melania was an afterthought when Irina was about to leave. I couldn't just let the night go to waste, especially with the present I've been waiting for all day. And knowing how up and down you are, I wasn't sure if you'd want to play," Xander explained.
I cringed. "How 'up and down' I've been? I've never given you any indication that I'd be willing to play in that shit you like!"
Xander eyed the thong and blue plastic bag containing his real present... well, my revenge actually.
His went serious. "I'm waiting; are you going to give me what you owe, or do I have to come and get it from you?"
It was a conundrum. Now that he had company, I wasn't sire if I wanted to subject her to the grossness that was in this bag. But then again, she did walk past me, totally ignoring me like I was nothing. So I say, fuck that bitch; she deserved a nice wake-up call for agreeing to hang out with Xander.
I held the thong out to him. "There you go. Take it; it's all yours."
Xander took the thong out of my hands but eyed the blue bag curiously. "What's in there?"
I looked at the blue bag and then looked back at him. "It's another present I have for you, you know, to say thank you. But now I'm thinking you don't really deserve it."
His eyes widened. "Another present?"
I nodded. "I don't know if I want to give it to you now."
"What is it?" Xander asked.
"Something I know you'll love," I told him. "Something you'll have a lot of fun playing with."
Something in his eyes changes, determination maybe. "I want it. It was for me from the beginning, so you should give it to me."
"I don't know; you've been very bad. I'm not sure you deserve it," I told him as if he were a five year old.
This guy was fucked in the head, seriously.
"Give me! Give me!" he begged. "It's mine."
"Oh alright." Pretending to concede, I held the bag to him. He snatched it out of my hands. "Alright, I'm going now."
"Alright," Xander said, staring at the bag, transfixed with what possibly could be inside, considering I told him it was something he'd love.
A small lie?
A half-truth.