Breaking Midnight (Il Paradosso Series Book One)

Chapter thirty-three

Tonight was meant to be just another regular Saturday night, where girl gets ready for an evening out with her friends, while boy was having dinner with a business partner, which I thought was too boring to stick around for.
Grab a few drinks, have a few laughs. No drama. That was the goal.
But things didn't quite work out as planned.

Kenny's annoyed voice boomed from the bottom of the stairway, arguing with his self about how he had a slow ass friend, undoubtedly pacing around while he waited.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Calm your tits!"

I twisted and turned, trying to zip up the back of my dress and nearly toppled over on the leather thigh-high boots that I should have reconsidered, when settling for the bigger heal.

I finally gave up, grabbing my purse and running out of the room. Loudmouth would have to help me with the back.

The familiar face standing at the entrance made me slow my steps. Taking in her hourglass figure, in the extremely tight black dress she was wearing that had a low cut neckline, exposing half of her silicone boobs.
Her makeup was done to perfection as was her hair, which lay in thick black curls around her shoulders, its shine reflecting under the gigantic crystal chandelier.

What in the hell's fuck was she doing here?

Her eyes watched me attentively as I descended with hesitation, holding onto my waist to prevent the open dress from sliding down my arms.
I turned to Kenny, who was waiting impatiently. Motioning for him to zip me up, I faced forward, coming eye to eye with the woman who was going to be the cause of tonight's soar of events.

"You must be Antonio's business partner?" I asked, ignoring the impudent look on her face and mustered a fake smile on mine.

Her eyebrows rose slightly, showing a bit of displeasure as if she had tasted sour.

"And you are?"

"I believe we haven't been acquainted."

I didn't bother extending my hand. Although I was tempted to wring her wrist, I restrained my urge to smack the filler out of her full lips. I wouldn't stoop that low, only to be humiliated by an overinflated bubble bitch.

"I'm Antonio's girlfriend."

What the hell was happening to me? The words left my mouth before I had the chance to think.

Hopefully, they would be enough to destroy this girl's pompous ego.
Her face looked like it had suddenly been hit by a frying pan, but quickly withdrew to its former indifferent state, masking her surprise.

"Excuse me, I should be leaving. My friends are waiting for me, but it was nice meeting you―"

"Evelina," she answered, swerving the letters of her name into a more Italian accent, which she had seemingly lost to an Australian one.

I nodded before I placed my hand on the metal grip, turning it halfway when she spoke again.

"Is that what he refers to them nowadays?"

Excuse me?

I stopped and slowly turned to face her again, this time not bothering to hide my irritation. She arched her back, making her ass pop further out when straightening her posture.

"I don't think I understood what you meant by that?" I questioned, mirroring her gesture as I stood tall.
She let out a sultry laugh that reeked of mockery.

"The women that he sleeps with... is that how he refers to them?"

I bit my anger, suppressing the feeling of rage that was beginning to creep its way out as she withheld her mousey smile.