Bitter Revenge

Chapter 4

A week went by, and tomorrow is the day. Which is horrifying. Our interviewer, Stella, will be arriving at 9 in the morning and staying to witness the nightclub at night obviously. "Oh Fi! This is crazy! In 9 hours, Miss Hot Stuff herself is gonna walk in here and put my club on the front page!" Cris happily yapped as she sipped more champagne. "I'm so happy for you. Really I am. You built this place with your blood, sweat, and tears. It's popular now, but you know you've succeeded when Bunny's Burrow wants something to do with you." I smiled, sincerely happy for Cris. Gray nodded in agreement as he served me more red wine. "Agreed. It's gonna be great. Maybe we'll have people out of the state come here just for Devil's Corner!" Cris giggled, clearly giddy from the news still. "It was a team effort. Mostly me though." Conceded girl. I'll let her off the hook.

We drank for a little while more before calling it quits. I set an alarm and tried to sleep, which I did. And luckily, I was too buzzed to dream. So I awoke to my alarm screeching. I did my usual morning routine, no makeup because I detest wearing that stuff, woke Cris up, and had coffee. My morning wouldn't be complete without it. Gray walked in and laughed his ass off, I already know where this is going. "You want some coffee with your sugar?" I only rolled my eyes, I get it. It's ironic that a reserved, emotionally unavailable person such as myself, enjoys her coffee sweet enough to give someone a heart attack. "Har har, so funny. You make that joke every morning, Gray."

A knock on the front doors of the club alerted me of the arrival of someone. I rushed up and opened the door to see a red-head with cute round glasses and bright green eyes stare back at me. Everything in me just stopped to admire her. Don't get me wrong, I've kinda always known I'm lesbian. It was easy when my interest in the male specimen in total was smaller than a cube of sugar. But I have zero interest in romance, which made being gay or straight literally pointless. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She chuckled, the sound brightening my day like rays of sun. For the first time in ever, a blush crept up my neck and spread over my cheeks. I awkwardly rubbed the back of my leg with my foot. "Excuse my rudeness. Care for some coffee?" I looked back up at her, not too high though. She couldn't have been over 5 foot 5 inches. She wore a white V-neck with a black blazer on top and suit pants, with black stilettos. "I'd love coffee right now, thank you." I led her to the kitchen where Scarlet prepared her coffee. "Black please. No sugar."

"So you've finally graced us with your presence. You're late." I said as I spun on the chair to look at Cris, who wore a crop top that could've classified as a bra and shorts that showed the pockets at the bottom. "I had to make my grand entrance at some point. You must be Stella, I'm glad Fiona kept you company." She smiled, shaking hands with Stella, who looked a little more pale than before. "Let's get started shall we?" Cris led us to her office, I'm just here for formality so I quietly sipped on my coffee while they spoke for who knows how long.

"May I ask, what role do you play?" Stella turned to look at me, making my heart jump to my throat. What the hell is up with me? "Oh! I deal with the finances of this place. Although I would also like to consider myself the manager of a celebrity who likes throwing herself into potentially dangerous situations." That made Stella laugh, and Cris pout. "If paparazzi want pictures of me, then I refuse for them to have horrible pictures. You're a wet blanket." She stuck her tongue out at me, scrunching up her nose. And I mirrored the gesture. "So I assume you two are friends as well?" Stella smiled, seemingly relaxing after our playful interaction. "Yes! Fiona has been my friend for as long as I can remember. She was my very first employee and business partner."

We spoke a lot more, for hours actually. I couldn't get enough of this girl. And it both excited and freaked me out. "I know this may be out of line for me to ask, but I'm exhausted." Stella yawned into the back of her hand, and I jumped to serve her despite the strange request. "We have spare rooms. You can sleep if you'd like." There were still 4 hours before the club opened, so a nap was perfectly reasonable. I led her to a guest room that had just been cleaned and left her there to sleep. Then went back to Cris. "I think that went well." I smiled, taking off my black leather jacket and staying in my plain gray t-shirt. "Uh huh. Whatever you say. But the whole time, you had honey dripping from your eyes. You like her don't you?" Cris poked my side, teasing me. "Me? Do you know who you're talking to? I have never liked anyone in that way ever in my life. I just think Stella is really entertaining." Even I knew that was a lie. There's more to it than that. I just don't know what. Maybe it's the fact that she smells like grass after it rains and warm chocolate on a cold night.

I've never been in love before, and I heavily doubt what I feel for this insanely attractive stranger is love. I'm just curious. Nothing more, nothing less. 4 hours dragged on and I walked over to the spare room to wake Stella. I knocked and heard a little commotion, before hearing a "come in!" I opened the door and looked at her, it was clear she hadn't been awake long. Her bed head was severe, but I found it really cute. "I'm sorry, I must look like such a mess." I just shook my head and walked in, grabbing a towel from the closet. "No worries. Feel free to take a shower. The club opens in about 20 minutes. Then you can see this place for what it really is." She accepted the towel and, with a look I couldn't really describe, asked, "And what is this place?" I just blinked at her, noticing her face looked a little more pale. What's this look on her face? "A night club. Where everyone is welcome... Well, anyone over 21 that is." I joked, causing a half-chuckle, half-snort from her. It almost made me float with joy. My dead, cold heart squeezing. She really is just that cute. I let her shower and I even changed my look for tonight as well. I wore my red beanie with a plain white T-shirt, joined by black, ripped jeans. And red converse. Because they're simply superior. I looked in the mirror, wondering if I looked ok. Then it hit me. Am I seriously dressing up? I quickly shook my head and walked out, waiting for the night to begin.