And she did it again.
I was sick of being insulted.
Fun times were about to resume.
"Why? I'll tell you why!" I sneered. "Because...well actually, maybe Demetria should tell you; it's quite a delicate subject."
"What?" The mother stammered, looking at her daughter who had stopped crying. Thank God. "Demetria, what is this whore saying?"
Whore?
That's it, game over!
"Mother, I have no idea!" Demetria cried.
"Alright, I'll come out with it and say the truth." I said quickly before the mother had a chance to speak.
"What?" her mother screeched.
"Demetria and I...we're in love!" I finished dramatically, smiling brightly at Demetria whose jaw dropped in shock.
"What?!" the mother cried out hysterically.
"That's right, we love each other. In fact, she was going down on me in the bathroom before you rudely interrupted!" I informed her. "And I was really close to an orgasm!"
"Orgasm...what on earth?" the mother gasped in disbelief, then looked at her daughter in confusion, "Demetria?"
Demetria shook her head ferociously. "She's lying. I would never!"
"I'm not! Smell her breath; I'm sure it smells like my vagina," I assured.
"What?" the mother cried again.
"Mother, she's lying!" Demetria panicked.
"Oh, but don't worry about finding any pubes stuck in between her teeth; I shaved around my cooch this morning," I informed the both of them of this important detail.
Her mother's eyes widened. "Stop talking!"
Demetria grabbed her throat, "Mother...I can't breathe!"
Her mother rushed to her side. "Demetria...baby, breathe; Mommy's here!"
Umm, did she just forget that her daughter and I were in love and that she just went down on me in the bathroom? Demetria was good; she's diverted the attention of her mother.
She was good....but I was better.
It's time to switch it up some more.
"Hey, what are your views on same sex marriages?" I asked as she tried to soothe her daughter, helping her breathe again.
"What?" she hissed, looking away.
"I don't know. Maybe one day, one day...your daughter and I can get married and have a family," I explained thoughtfully as if it's an actual possibility.
I smiled at her mother, who had her hand to her heart with her mouth opened wide, gazing back and forth between Demetria and me.
"Mrs. Williams," a deep voice called from down the hallway. Her head snapped in the direction.
"Oh Charles, thank God!"
"Charles! Save us from this lesbian; she's in love with me!" Demetria added dramatically.
Wow, for the first time in my life, I'm being taken seriously. But as a lesbian in love?
Really?
Do I look like a lesbian? I'll have to check the next time I'm in front of a mirror. Maybe it's my attitude? Aren't lesbians strong, capable women who take no shit? That must be what they see in me too, right?
I smiled as Charles gathered Demetria and Mrs. Williams, a.k.a Acid Queen, and hurried them down the hallway.
"The car is out front?" Mrs. Williams asked worriedly, her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Yes, it is," Charles replied.
"Wait, what about me?" I called out, my arms wide open.
"Go now," Mrs. Williams ordered.
"Hurry!" Demetria cried loudly as Charles pushed them to go faster, their high heels making more noise against the marble.
"No...stop...please," I called as they exited the hallway.
Well, there goes another one.
Damn it!
What was wrong with me?
Tsk, tsk... I was always driving the people I loved away with my antics.
I guess it was fate. Oh well. But on the plus side, problem Demetria: solved. Surely I scared that crazy bitch away for good.
Case closed. Sigh...I should work for the President; I've got skills.
I have skills? The smile was wiped off my face. Where was Xander during all of this? He wasn't here. He had left me alone.
There was a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I had skills; specific skills that I used against Demetria and her mother, resulting in their sudden flee.
And that's probably what that asshole wanted.
He planned the whole thing!
Fury contaminated every inch of my body. I wanted to punch the wall, I wanted to damage something, especially considering it's his house.
I pulled my phone out and there was a text waiting for me.
Xander: Relax. I do something for you, you do something for me. It's a great thing we have going on here. Call me when it's done.
Love, Master Xander I couldn't believe this guy!
I dialled his number hoping my anger didn't obstruct my ability to speak. I needed to share some feelings with that asshole.
"Why, hello there," Xander purred, picking up after the second ring.
"You're a fucking asshole!" I hissed. "You knew she'd be here!"
"Of course I did," Xander replied nonchalantly.
"Then why did you leave?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Because, if I had stayed, she would have caused a scene; and knowing you, you would take care of the problem once an altercation between the two of you would start," Xander explained.
"You're messed up; you left me to clean up the mess you created," I hissed. "You left me clueless and unguarded."
"Is that all?" Xander asked.
"Excuse me?" I hissed again.
"Is the Demetria situation diverted?" Xander clarified.
"I scared that bitch miles away!" I announced.
"That's fine." he said.
"No, it's not fine; what about me? I'm mentally damaged because of it!" I yelled.
"Well, I'm sure five-thousand dollars will cure the extent of that damage," Xander said nonchalantly.
"Five-thousand dollars?" I gasped. "You're paying me off?"
"No, I'm being the generous guy that I've always been with you. And it's about time you realized it," Xander explained. "Anyway, your part is done; you are free to leave."
"Leave?" I repeated, confused. "Where are you?"
"Oh, I left already," Xander said.
"Left already!" I squawked, confused. "Where did you go?"
"Downtown. I had a matter come up that needed my immediate attention,"
"Fuck you! One of your fucking whores probably called you!" I accused. "You left me to that deranged lunatic to go fuck!"
"I don't see what the problem is. You handled the Demetria issue amazingly and I got something out of it too," Xander said.
"You're so selfish!" I told him.
"And you have five-thousand dollars because of it," Xander reminded me. "Daniels will be waiting for you out front when you're ready to leave."
"What?" I breathed. "I can leave?"
"'Til we meet again, Marisa," Xander purred, and then disconnected the line. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stare at it in shock.
What...just...happened? I leaned against the wall across from the bathroom, completely stunned. My heart pounded ferociously, to a point where I might have a heart attack.
He left me to her.
What if she had been really dangerous instead of the crackpot she is?
I could have died.
Shit.
"You lied to me!" a loud voice growled behind me, making me jump. I turned apprehensively, colliding with a pair of angry blue eyes.
Liam!
Fuck.
I did not need this shit right now.
"Liam?" I murmured, shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"You lied to me!" he repeated, looking apocalyptic. "You are a prostitute!"
My jaw dropped. "I'm not!"
"You are; that's why you were in Xander's room last night," Liam accused, his perfectly styled, dark brown hair all over the place.
"I'm not a hooker!" I stated defensively.
"Then why did I just hear you accept five-thousand dollars from Xander over the phone?" Liam snapped, unconvinced.
Shit!
"It's not what you think," I explained, worried now. How am I going to get out of this situation?