Midnight CEO After Dark

24.

"If I could turn back time." I sang loudly as I sat by myself the next night on surveillance in my best Cher voice. "If I could find a way. I'd take back those words that have hurt you, and you'd stay." I stood up and sang louder to the pitch-black ocean around me. "I don't know why I did the things I did. I don't know why I said the things I said. Pride's like a knife; it can cut deep inside. Words are like weapons. They wound sometimes." I straddled the cannon like Cher in her video clip. "I didn't really mean to hurt you. I didn't wanna see you go. I know I made you cry, but baby, If I could turn back time." I sang loudly, waving my arms in the air. "If I could find a way.."

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Bianca's voice and smiled at her as she watched me dance around the deck.

"I'd take back those words that have hurt you
And you'd stay." I pointed at her as I sang and shook my hips.

"Please stop." She shook her head. "You're embarrassing yourself."

"Stop? How dare you. You don't tell someone to stop when they are singing Cher." I dramatically put my hand to my heart. "Blasphemy!"

"You do when YOU are the one singing it." She smiled sweetly. "How do you know Cher anyway?"

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't know good music?"

"I just didn't know you were into old music." She shrugged.

"How dare you. They are called classics for a damn reason. Cher is an icon, thank you very much." I was offended by her words. "Would you prefer I sang Harry Styles? Breathe me in. Breathe me out. I don't know if I could ever go without. Watermelon sugar High. Watermelon sugar High...."

"Please stop. That's even worse."

"In a minute, I'ma need a sentimental man or woman to pump me up. Feeling fussy, walkin' in my Balenci-ussy's. Tryna bring out the fabulous." I danced towards her shaking my butt as I sang obnoxiously loud. "Cause I give a fuck way too much. I'ma need like two shots in my cup..."

"I'm done with you." Bianca turned away from me and walked back to her room as I laughed loudly behind her.

"Aww, come on. I'll sing something you might like." I cleared my throat. "I'm on the highway to hell. On the highway to hell. Highway to hell..." A ball of fire shot through the air toward me so fast I had to jump out of the way. "Hey!"

"I have a song for you." Bianca cleared her throat. "That that, dude, look like a lady!" She bleated out and spun around. "That that, dude, look like a lady."

"I'm not even offended. That song is iconic." I smirked at her.

"You really are completely confident in who you are, aren't you?" Bianca said, impressed with my response.

I shrugged. "I like what I like." I pressed my lips together and winked at her. "I used to give a fuck what others thought, but at the end of the day, if it makes me happy, I'm doing it."

"That's usually how you end up in hell." She smiled, looking me up and down.

"Let's face it. I'm going anyway, so I may as well enjoy my time." I walked back to the cannon and sat on it. "Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady. Men's shirts, short skirts. Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style. Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction. Color my hair, do what I dare. Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel. Man, I feel like a woman. Na na na na na na na. Aw! Ebony taught me that one back home, and I kind of like it."

"You're an idiot." Bianca shook her head and looked away from me. "Wait. What is that?" She pointed behind me with a look of concern. "I'd move if I were you."