"And me?"
"You were a witness to the after effects of his drug use. He'll realize that once I introduce you again to him." Xander smiled slyly.
"That's mean." I told him as he grabbed my arm delicately, pushing us towards the doorman.
Xander burst out laughing. "That's mean? Look who's talking."
My jaw dropped as we entered the hotel. "Fuck you, I'm the nicest person you're ever going to meet."
We headed down the front lobby to their in house restaurant 'Fire'. In the back of the restaurant, we entered a private room filled with red roses and guests standing around bar style tables filled with an array of cocktails.
"That's your dad?" I whispered, noticing an older version of Xander and Liam wearing a black suit jacket over a white button down shirt, standing within a group of suits across the room.
"It is." Xander murmured, not taking his eyes of his father.
Standing beside his father was a tall woman with dark red hair and big boobs, grinning from ear to ear.
"That must be Cheryl." I noticed, staring at her giant jugs, which were out for full view in her tight black cocktail, spaghetti strapped dress.
"How observant of you, what gave her away?" Xander asked, leading us around groups of suits, smiling and saying hello every few seconds.
"Her jugs," I answered, fighting a smile. "They're massive."
"They are, just the way daddy dear likes them." Xander sneered.
"He's a boob man." I declared quietly.
Xander faced me and winked. "We all are." He bit his lip suggestively, making my face heat up. We were in a room with his colleagues and he was acting like this.
Had he no shame?
Wait, this was Xander I was talking about. The answer was obvious.
Hell no, he had no shame!
"You're at a party with your colleagues, have some humility." I warned, bumping my shoulder into his.
"But it's too much fun, especially now that I know you're going to be around me all night. I don't think I can hold myself back." He smirked.
"If you don't stop that shit, I will say something nasty to your dad and Cheryl. I'll embarrass you." I threatened quietly.
"Then I'll just have to punish you later, my way that is." He cocked an eyebrow.
I snorted. "You could try, but you'd fail. You've met your match Mr. Barns."
He grinned, tightening his grasp on my arm. "So it seems." He stared at me intensely until a deep voice broke through.
"Alexander!"
We glanced up, following the voice to Xander's father, who stared at us with a smile. "Excuse me gentleman." Xander's father said to the group of suits surrounding him, pulling Cheryl around her waist toward us.
"Father, how are you?" Xander shook his hand and then turned to kiss Cheryl on both her cheeks. "Happy birthday, Cheryl."
"Thank you, Alexander." she gushed, pouting her glossy pink lips.
"Who do we have here?" Xander's father asked, grinning and staring at me.
"Father, Cheryl, I'd like to introduce my personal assistant, Marisa Gellys." Xander introduced.
Not knowing what to do, I held out my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Barns."
He laughed and shook my hand, eyeing Xander. "Alexander, you didn't mention your personal assistant was incredibly beautiful."
I felt my face heat up again as his hand squeezed mine.
Xander laughed back. "I've been keeping her a secret. She's my trusted little sidekick after all."
"Oh really?" Cheryl pursed her lips and cocked a thin black eyebrow. "How nice."
That was about as genuine as her lips. I smiled back nevertheless as I pulled my hand back and shook Cheryl's hand. "Thank you, that's very kind of you to say Mr. Barns."
"Well father, Cheryl. I need to whisk Marisa away and introduce her to a few more people this evening." Xander said, pushing me away.
"Nice meeting you." I smiled at Mr. Barns and then to Cheryl, whose eyes narrowed on me.
"Why was Cheryl giving me weird looks?" I asked Xander once we were out of earshot.
"Oh, don't mind her. She wants my cock for her birthday." Xander explained, nonchalantly, making me stumble.
My eyes widened as his arm rounded my waist, stopping me from falling. "What? But she's your dad's mistress."
"She's been after my cock for the last two years, and she knows about my mom. Do you think she honestly cares?" Xander sneered. We came up to a group of men and women, standing around a table filled with a selection of desserts.
"Work time." he whispered.
He cleared his throat. "Eugene?" he called as we stood behind a short, round man who was balding. He wore a brown suit jacket and a pair of dark jeans.
Eugene turned around slowly, shoving the rest of a green macaroon into his mouth. "Alexander, you actually came."
"Don't I always." Xander smiled slyly, making my eyes roll at the dirty innuendo. I knew the second Eugene made that comment, Xander would have responded like that. "Eugene, I'd like to introduce my date for this evening, Marisa Gellys."
Eugene's brown eyes widened as he stalled chewing. He gulped and put his plate of tiny desserts down on the table. He held out a hand. "Nice to meet you again." he stuttered.
I smiled at him. "Nice to meet you again Eugene, or Mr. Franklin?"
"Please call me Eugene." he panted and then looked past my shoulder. "Will you look at that, Rompkins from accounting is here, if you'll excuse me."
"Of course." Xander said, moving out of the way. Eugene smiled nervously at us, then grabbed his plate and rushed away without another glance.
"What happened?" I asked Xander, staring at the back of Eugene striding quickly across the room to a tall, dark haired, skinny man in a fitted maroon suit. "I just asked him one question."
Xander chuckled. "You did more than that. That question reminded him of a few things he should have thought of last night, before swallowing the pill I sent for him."
"What else?"
"What do you mean?" Xander's eyes narrowed.
"You said a few things, you just said one. What were the rest of the things he should have thought of before taking your drug?" I asked, eying the tiny desserts, my mouth slobbering at the gorgeous sight of them. I was starving and had yet to eat anything today.
"Drug is a harsh word for what I gave him. It was merely a relaxer. Anyways, what I meant was his sense of responsibility was pushed to the back burner last night." Xander explained.
"Sure, whatever you say." I muttered, not caring anymore. The only thing I cared about were those beautiful cakes, they were calling me to eat them. "I'm fucking starving."
"Awe, how rude of me, I should have fed you before." Xander said 'seriously'.
I snorted, glancing away from the desserts to him. "You would have fed me? You must have me confused with big titty Cheryl. Your cock wouldn't be a meal for me, hell, it wouldn't even count as a taster."
"And that's a damn shame." Xander smirked and I bumped my shoulder into his shoulder.
"Stop being nasty, I'm about to eat." I smiled, reaching for a plate and loading it with a selection of goodies. I shoved a tiny Black Forest cake into my mouth and had to fight the urge to moan loudly from how delicious it was. Chocolate, cherry glaze, whip cream amazingness!
"I'll leave you to your dessert gorging. I've got to make a few rounds in this room before I can sit comfortably without a care in the world and eat desserts." Xander sighed.
"Oh," I muffled, chewing and gulping down the rest of my cake. "Were you looking for some words of empathy from me, big boss man? Because now's not really a good time."
His eyes narrowed on me. "Always the funny one Marisa, aren't you?"
"You're damn right I'm funny." I smirked, holding out my plate in his face before pointing it to one of the empty high table's. "I'll be there, eating, comfortably, without a care in the world. Alright boss?"
"Remember," he said quietly as I headed towards the table. "You're on a mission."
"I remember." I told him. He nodded and walked away, joining a group of more suits, instantly making them laugh in the first few seconds of joining their conversation.
"He's the life of the party." I murmured to myself, picking up a green macaroon and examining it.
How do they make them green? I wondered when someone stopped right beside me and cleared her throat. "Who's the life of the party?" a familiar voice asked.
I shoved the macaroon in my mouth, feeling my face heat at an unprecedented rate. I turned slowly, coming face to face with an overly pouty Cheryl.
"Hi." I gasped quietly, grabbing another green macaroon.
Her green eyes narrowed on me, giving me a death glare. "You and I, we need to talk." she hissed.
I looked away and closed my eyes, groaning quietly. Not another fucking one!
CHAPTER 33.
"Excuse me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes back at her, dropping the macaroon back on my plate.
She checked around her, making sure no one was around, before facing me with a scowl. "What exactly do you think you're doing here?"
"I'm eating cake." I said slowly, pointing to my plate. "Cake is good."
"I know. I selected them and had them imported from 'Pearls Bakery' just for my party. What I mean is, what the hell do you think you're doing here?" she screeched quietly, her face slowly matching her hair.
I wasn't a hundred percent sure what she was talking about since she failed to specify why she was so angry with me.
So I answered the same way as the first time. "I like cake, a lot. I saw people at the dessert table filling their plates with cake. They like cake, I like cake. I grabbed a plate and took some cake for myself. I thought it was okay."
"You think this is all one big joke. You're playing me right now, aren't you?" Cheryl fumed, her nostrils widening.
"I can see up your nose, you need to trim those nose hairs." I informed her nonchalantly, eyeing my macaroon again. It looked good, and lonely.
"You disgusting little cock roach, how dare you. This is my party, how dare you insult me." she hissed, clenching both her hands tightly.
"How did I insult you?" I jerked my chin back, still eyeing the macaroon, wondering when she'd go away so I could eat it. Hopefully soon, because my stomach's starting to growl and she did not want to be around me when my hunger pains start taking over.
Angry Marisa will come forth and take no prisoners, not when she's hungry, not when there was yummy cake right in front of her and she couldn't eat it.
"You said my nose was big." Cheryl stated quietly. "I don't have to tolerate this kind of behavior. I'm going to have you removed from my party."
What was her fucking problem? What the hell did I do to her? I was just standing here, minding my own business, about to enjoy another bite of cake.
Why?
I was being treated so unfairly, there was probably a fucking telethon on PBS collecting donations for innocent victims like myself.
Victims of cake hate crimes.
It's a real problem.
Really, it was.
"Fine, do whatever you want. Just leave me alone, so I can enjoy the rest of my cake." I informed her, reaching for my macaroon with glee.
Yay, back to business.
All of sudden, before I had a chance to grab anything, my plate was yanked away. My jaw dropped, horrified. I followed the pasty white hand holding my desserts captive back to Cheryl.
That bitch!
Did she want to die on her birthday?