Top Note

Chapter 14

Eriantha

At first, all I could see was a crowd who were going wild around something, the live band was playing a popular folk tune, but the cheering of the crowd was surpassing the music.

"Where's Viv?" I asked Mathew, utterly confused with the situation, because this wasn't something I had in mind while thinking of a birthday party.

"Oh! She's right across."

Before I could comprehend where exactly he was pointing, I was being dragged across a group of men and women who were drenched in grape pulp, their white dresses were stenched in a reddish violet tint which I surmised were acquired from the fruit itself, for the overwhelmingly sweet scent of grape filled had claimed the air completely.

My chaperone stopped right in front of a gigantic tub which  was filled with grapes, the remnants of which had marked the spectators, and then my eyes fell on the spectacle they were cheering for.

On the tub was a man standing with a bunch of grapes in his hands, I didn't need a second glance to recognise who it was, for he was none other than Leonel Karwitz.  Right now he was feeding the grapes playfully to a woman who was standing with her hands tied at the back with what looked like a ripped  off white dress.
The busty brunette was now clad in a bikini which was once white, but now it has turned red just like the grapes in Leonel's hand. She was jumping and giggling excitedly, as Leonel pulled away the grapes, the moment she caught one, between her lips, she didn't  eat it right away, instead,she pressed it between her lips and released the pulp, then  the moment it started dripping off Leonel would lick away the trail down her chin, upto her cleavage. Every time this happened, the crowd's cheer was growing louder, with each grape their proximity was growing closer, and finally there was no gap left between them.
I couldn't recognize the  girl right away, until someone called her name "Come on Harley", and she winked at the one cheering for her.
How could I not know her? Harley Murrow, the daughter of the real estate millionaire Ulrich Murrow, the miracle man of real estate, had a bratty daughter who was just twenty four, and divorced from husband number two, Harley changed men like colour changing Christmas lights.

I froze over there, aghast,at the sight, it was shameless and barbaric. My stomach retched at the flagrant, obscenity of which I was beholding.
How could that bastard commit such blatant infidelity at his own fiancee's birthday party?
Leonel is a rotten creature from hell, and he should have stayed there with his kind. He was a monster with an extraordinarily handsome face.
Just as Mathew had said, Vivan was standing right across where this brazen act was taking place, I could see her standing there, holding on to her last bit of self esteem, her face had a cold indifference, but, I noticed her bleeding hands, she had been digging her nails hard into her own flesh.

Vivian my lovely Viv... Why was she even tolerating this obscenity?

She always called him an ass-hole, but I think that's too kind of an adjective for this obnoxious man-whore.

"Hey is that chick your date? Aren't you guys wearing too much white?"

"Thanks for pointing out." I heard Mathew cackling, I didn't even bother to look at him. A waiter appeared out of nowhere and took away the pot of Zinnias, and before my stupor broke, I was being scooped up in Mathew's arms, and he was taking strides towards the tub, where Leonel lips were now being sucked by Harley.
"Let's have some fun babe"
'Babe?' I felt like throwing up at that word, but instead I was thrown at a pool of grape pulp.
"Mathew...Mathew..." The crowd started cheering his name.
I wasn't noticing anything, anymore.
Flabbergasted by the suddenness of the situation, I didn't even realise when I was back on my feet, when the music had changed and when a few others had gathered around. I froze as I felt his hands roaming freely around my torso and his hips grinding on my back.