I wasn't.
Honest.
On my way back to my table, I looked over my shoulder to see if he's still looking; not paying attention to what's in front of me. Liam was gone. Disappointed, I turned back facing forward, but not in time as someone bumped into me, hard.
"Oww!" I grunted, trying to balance myself from falling.
"If my dress is ruined, I'll sue!" My assailant screeched; from the corner of my eye was a woman wearing a pink and white frilly dress with a mess of wild brown curls.
My eyes connected with her blue ones.
FUCK.
SHIT.
It's this bitch, again.
"Oh, Xander darling, Mrs. Williams and her daughter are here."
"Yes, be on the lookout. I hear her daughter is quite smitten with you. What was her name again?" Mrs. Barns had asked.
"I'm not sure; but I'm sure it'll come to me when I see her," Xander had said.
Demetria... she was here.
She was the girl that Xander's mother was talking about. And that other curly haired woman, they had the same catchphrase: 'I'll sue!'
It took her a second too, but her eyes finally widened upon recognizing me. "What are you doing here?" she asked, disgusted.
"I'm here with Xander... psycho bitch!" I hissed. With my heart pounding like crazy, I walked around her and headed back to my table in search of Xander.
That.
Mother.
Fucker.
He knew...he fucking knew she'd be here! That's why he wanted me to come! To keep her away from him, by using me as a shield!
Wait till I get my hands on him! That piece of shit; he thinks he's so smart! That's why he was so adamant that I come with him here today!
I stalked quickly back to my table in hopes of finding the perverted menace so I could give him a piece of my mind, and maybe a kick or two in the nuts. Yeah, I know, we're at a party; so I'd be subtle as I caused him huge amounts of pain in his baby making parts.
The table was practically empty. The band began playing dancing music; guests paired up and headed to the dance floor. When tables around me were empty, I pulled my phone out of my bag and text the bastard.
Marisa: You mother fucker! You didn't think I'd find out did you? I pieced it all together; you better get your ass out of hiding and face the shit you stirred.
Demetria is here at your mother's party! And don't tell me you didn't know. You have five minutes, or else I'm leaving!
Asshole!
Sitting, I stared at my cell's screen and waiting for a message to pop up.
There's nothing for five minutes.
Shit!
He's left me here alone. He's disappeared.
And I'm fucking panicking! What if that bitch comes over to me? I can't deal with her; she's crazy! Well no, that's wrong; I can do crazy too. But we're at a classy party. It isn't right.
My face was heating up.
Fuck Xander, I needed to get out of here. I grabbed my clutch off the table and headed towards the house.
I rushed inside, my high heels clicking loudly against the marble hallway, in search of a bathroom. I needed a mirror and some cold water now. I found a bathroom down another hallway. The door was surprisingly marked 'Ladies Room'.
Why would they need separate bathrooms?
Whatever.
After checking that it's empty, I opened it and was taken aback by its overthe-top beauty. It looked like something you would find at the Palace of Versailles. There was gold leafing everywhere.
Oh my God... I glided my fingertips over the edging on the marble vanity.
Who lived like this?
Not me, that's for sure. I placed my clutch down beside the sink. I turned the gold tap on, letting cold water out.
I've got to get out...but I can't... All my things were back in the SUV with Daniels, who was under Xander's command. There's no way I could get my shit with that fucker controlling everything around me.
Why? How have I gotten myself into a mess like this, again?
Moron alert...and her name was Marisa!
Just relax for a few minutes and a plan will come to you.
I leaned against the vanity, holding my fingertips underneath the faucet. I brought them to my neck, soothing hot skin I was baking in. I was so hypnotized by the moment that I didn't notice someone walk in, not until the door slammed closed. I whirled around, finding that psycho nut Demetria leaning against the door.
Her hand was on the doorknob.
The lock snapped shut.
Shit.
CHAPTER 25.
Damn it... I knew I should have locked the door!
Whatever. Like I'm really scared of her? Well, not unless she had a weapon.
I scanned her once; she had no bag with her, and her pink and white dress was so tight that the only place she could have hidden something would have been up her ass or in that crazy hair of hers.
"Do you mind? I was here first," I scowled at her, grasping the edge of the vanity tightly. Her hand shot up, pointing at me with her index finger.
"You!" she hissed, giving me a nasty glare. "You!"
"Yeah... it's me." I replied, then hissed back, "What the fuck do you want?"
I couldn't take this girl anymore. After last night, then walking into the bathroom, while I was fucking, clearly using it... she just crossed the mother fucking.... line.
"How dare you!" she raged, her eyes flaming with fury. "You dare to come here, the same party as Xander?"
"Yeah, he's my date!" I snapped back.
"Lies!"
"I'm not lying. In fact, we're probably going to-"
"You're not a lady!" she screamed, then slumped against the door, burying her hands into her curly mass of hair, showcasing her armpits for the first time, which were hairy.
Oh God! Her mother didn't teach her how to shave?
"Yeah, I'm not a lady; but you're the one with the hairy pits," I told her in disbelief, pointing to her underarms.
Her head snapped back up as she regains her posture. "Xander's favourite place to go to is France!"
Really?
Since when did France equal to hairy armpits?
Fuck, that's not right.
Alert! Alert! We have a code-red warning!
"With hairy armpits?" I questioned, flabbergasted.
"You wouldn't understand," she snapped.
"The mind of a demented stalker? No, I wouldn't," I spat back.
"What did you just call me?" she growled through her teeth.
Demetria pushed herself off the door, stopping right in front of my face, looking down on me a little. We were practically nose-to-nose.
Ugh, I don't think so!
"Bitch... step back!" I ordered sternly.
"How dare you mock me? I am the future wife of Alexander Barns!" she said haughtily, her stinky breath assaulting my senses. I waved the air away.
I scoffed. "Sure you are."
"Don't you dare!" she hissed.
"Don't I dare what, you crazy bitch?" I snapped.
"Speak to me like that, how dare you!"
I jerked my chin at her. "Go ahead, try me one more time; I'm daring you now!"
Demetria was on the verge of malfunctioning. "I'm above you...you commoner!"
Gasping, I faced the wall. "Tell me this, batshit-crazy bitch, did not just call me a commoner?"
"Who are you rambling to?" Demetria asked, confused.
"Someone who has been there for me, again and again! Talking me out of doing crazy shit that'll put me in jail!" I snapped, facing her again.
"The likes of you do not belong here at Madeline Barns' home!" Demetria yelled, appalled.
"Well, I was invited by her son...Xander. I'm-his-date," I declared, enunciating the last few words so she gets it.
"Lies!" Demetria screeched, her wild curly hair flying around her shoulders as her head twitched uncontrollably.
Okay, maybe she didn't get it.
I needed to convince her, my way that is.
The fun way!
"I'm not lying!" I yelled back, frustrated.
"Stay away from Xander!"
"He's my date...and I won't leave him; we have plans to fuck later!"
Demetria growled, "Lies!"
"Nope, I'm telling the truth. If you want, I can record it and send you the video," I offered.
"You lie; he'd never do that with you! He belongs to me!" Demetria screamed again.