"How good?" he whispered.
I looked up, swirling the spoon in my mouth. "Really good."
Xander sighed. "God, I'm generous, kind and loving. There's no one out there like me."
"You know for once, I agree. And to prove how kind you are." I took out my phone and turned on the camera, pointing it to us.
"Our first photo together?" Xander grinned.
"Yep, now look cute, my ex-boyfriend is going to see this." I ordered, positioning myself.
"Not a problem, I'm a knockout, a replica of Adonis himself. I pity your ex once he sees my worldly face next to yours." Xander said.
I saw his face on the screen, and he was biting his lip. "I told you to do cute, not whipping boy."
"Oh, okay, how about this?" He smiled small, squinting his eyes.
"Better." I smiled and snapped our photo. I placed my phone back in my bag and picked up my ice cream. I was about to take another spoonful when a song began playing in the background, catching my interest.
"What?" Xander asked, noticing me stalling.
"Nothing, I just know the song?" I smiled as the melody made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
"You like Nancy Adams too?" Xander asked.
My jaw dropped. "You know her?"
"I loved Robin Hood growing up." Xander said before doing something horrendous. He started singing along to the song.
I shook my head, horrified. "Stop, you shouldn't be allowed to sing a song like this."
He kept singing, even with ice cream in his mouth.
"Oh God, that's just great, thank you. You just tainted Disney! You've ruined Disney for everyone!" I groaned and then Xander stopped singing to laugh at my hysterics.
When he didn't stop laughing, I couldn't help myself and joined him. I guess it was kind of funny.
And ironic.
The next day, after going through thirty pictures of Xander and me at Harbour Front, I uploaded five pictures.
How do you like me now? I smiled as I typed the Album title. 'Ice cream at Harbour Front'
I wasn't going to tag that douche though. I didn't even know if he had a Facebook account. But I wasn't searching for him. The less the people back home knew about him, the better.
After shutting down my laptop, I grabbed my bag and headed out. I was on my way out to the mall. I still had some money from the five thousand Xander gave me and I needed a change in scenery, one that had nothing to do with rich bitches and pretty boys.
But before heading towards the elevators, I knocked on Xander's door. He opened it a few seconds later, half naked, in just black sweats, hung dangerously low.
"And where do you think you're going?" Xander hummed, leaning against his door, flexing his muscled chest.
It was kind of hypnotizing and yummy looking...if only....
Wait...what...no!
I was here on a mission.
A well-deserved mission, one that Xander deserved.
"Out, but I just thought I'd stop by and tell you something." I stepped closer, snapping out of the trance.
His eyes narrowed on me. "And you couldn't have texted it?"
I shook my head. "No, it had to be done in person."
"Oh yeah, well what do you need to tell me?" He smiled, scouring my body. Did I mention what I was wearing today? A fabulous, pair of tight skinny jeans and a tight black tank top that showed everything I needed for him to be momentarily captivated.
It distracted him, while I stepped closer to him.
"This." I whispered quickly and then tapped his balls hard with two fingers. He hunched over and groaned in pain.
I leaned forward as he panted loudly, holding the door for support. "That was specifically for Serenity Gardens."
"Owe!" he groaned in between breaths.
"And as a measure of good faith and my gift to you, I've decided that all the other times you've screwed me over are gone with the wind now." I told him.
"Owe." he cried, still hunched over, gasping for air.
"This girl right here, she just decided to buy a leather jacket. You know why?" I whispered, leaning in closer.
"Ugh, why?" he stammered, holding his crotch area.
"Because she's a fucking bad ass and it's about time she looked the part. Anyways, I'm off to the mall, have a nice day." I chuckled, leaving him while he basked in the ball tapping pain I've generously only decided to give him, despite his many infractions against me.
On my way out the building, my phone chimed. I checked the screen, it was Xander.
Xander: Go to this address, your leather jacket awaits you.
Marisa: It better be.
Xander: I think I love you.
Marisa: (picture of my middle finger and sent it to him.) Xander: Scratch that...I really think I love you.
I burst out laughing, shaking my head as I reread the text. That guy, he was something. I tucked my phone back inside my bag. When I looked up, a black SUV came to a stop in front of me. The back door opened and I came face to face with Liam. He stepped out of the car, wearing a tight black shirt and blue jeans. His blue eyes looked tired as he noticed me. He took a step towards me, looking sorry.
But it was too late. I looked away, pretending I never saw him.
"I'm sorry." he yelled at my back as I walked down the sidewalk He called me a whore, one too many times. I didn't care what he had to say. He was no longer the normal twin in my eyes.
An hour later, I stood in a dressing room at an expensive department store, trying on leather jackets.
"How about this one?" the sales assistant asked, holding up a beautiful black leather jacket that looked like it would go past my hips.
"I don't know... it looks really expensive." I stammered, eying every detail in the jacket.
There were too many.
Which meant it really was expensive.
"Just try it on first. Anyways, you're not paying for it. The price will be okay with him. He gave my manager a cap. This is nowhere near it." The sales assistant assured.
"Okay, I guess I could try it on." She held the jacket open and I slid my arms through it. I turned, facing the mirror. Once I took in my entire reflection, my jaw dropped. "Wow."
"Dude," The sales assistant began to say, and then checked around her before continuing. "You look fucking awesome."
"Really? Thanks...err?" I stalled.
"The names Betty." She smiled, pointing to her nametag.
"Thanks Betty." I grinned as my phone chimed loudly.
"Ugh-oh," I muttered, pulling the phone out of my bag, staring at the screen.
"Is it the sugar daddy boyfriend?" Betty screeched ditzy like all of a sudden, making me laugh.
She probably wasn't allowed to talk to customers like that. But I didn't care. It was funny. She was spunky and I liked it a lot.
"No, it's the sugar daddy boss." I chuckled, replicating her ditzy airhead tone.
Xander: Agent M...I'm calling you in. A short brunette is currently stalking me inside my hotel. Somehow she's managed to sneak her way to the fifteenth floor. I need you to come and get her out without making a scene. I've sent Daniels to pick you up.
"Great." I muttered.
"You look worried. Is there a problem at the office?" Betty asked, fixing her dark red hair into a tight bun.
"Yeah, I'm being called in to work. There's an issue with one of his old girlfriends." I groaned, tucking my phone back in my bag.
"You fix his shit?" Betty grinned, wagging her eyebrows playfully.
"I'm a special consultant that deals specially with cases like these." I smiled slyly at her.
She nodded like she got it. "Oh, I get it. Bossy got himself into a little trouble. What he do? Open his mouth and say something stupid to one of his lucky ladies?"
"Yeah, something like that. Anyways, I should get going. I'll think about the jacket. I think it's a little too expensive." I sighed, staring at my reflection sadly. I took the jacket off and handed it back to her.
"Why? He's making you work on your day off. You might as well get overtime." She held up the jacket. "This is your overtime."
She was fucking right. I've been through hell and back. Today was supposed to be a chill day where I could relax and shop a little without any worries of being mentally abused by one his past or present 'Ho's'.
I fucking deserved that jacket.
Betty was right.
I grinned at her, taking the jacket from her hands. "You're a Genius, Betty."
Her brown eyes widened as if I'd just called her something out of the ordinary. She quickly shook it off and grinned slyly, showcasing her pearly whites. "Don't I know it."
CHAPTER 35.
After settling the bill for the leather jacket, Betty took off the tags, put them all in the shiny shopping bag and held the jacket open for me to slide it on.
"You have to wear this, like now." She grinned as I slid my arms through the sleeves.
"You are absolutely right, it would be a tragedy if I didn't wear this beautiful piece the second it became officially mine." I smirked, adjusting my shoulders.
"Especially in that skimpy tank top, girl, what were you thinking going out in just that?" Betty's eyes widened, staring a bit too long at my chest. "Was it for the sugar daddy boss?"
"You could say that." I smirked. "It did what I needed it to this morning."
"Duh," Betty whispered, leaning in. "Bitch, you got yourself a leather jacket, I'd say, it worked better than you could have ever imagined. Work it girl, got no shame in that."
My jaw dropped. "This jacket was overtime, because I worked hard. Remember, it's my day off and he's making me work?"
She smirked and waved me off. "Alright, I hit a cord. I'm not serious, I'm just playing. You look awesome though and yeah, it's totally worth the overtime."
"Yeah," I checked my cell. "Well I should get going, a psychotic clinger awaits me."
"Hey can I see your phone for a second?" Betty asked.
"Sure," I handed it to her and she tapped at the screen for a few seconds before handing it back to me.
"What did you do?" I asked, confused as I stared at the screen.
"I put in my number, we should totally be friends." Betty smiled. "And because your life sounds interesting, especially what you do for living, I need people like you around me. I need a good laugh every now and then."
A friend?