Wanting Ms. Billionaire

Chapter six

Chapter 6
Austen Ashworth

        What Carson said earlier filled me with rage. How dare he say that to me? I promised myself that I would never get belittled by him ever again.

I pushed past some people and accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh my, I apologize-"

"Why don't you watch where you are going?" A woman's voice sneered.

I looked up to see Carson's former mistress. Paola Pascale.

Crap! I bumped into his ex!

Noticing my expression, she gave me one of her own smirks. "Well, well, well, look who we have here. If you didn't know, Carson and I used to date."

How rude. Where the hell are her manners? She didn't even have to declare it to the world because I already know. Somehow I wanted to smack that smirk off of her face. Is she trying to provoke me?

I faked yawned.

"Keep talking. I always yawn when I am interested. Anyway, the past is in the past, sweetie. Why don't you move along?"

I didn't even try to be Polite with her. Women like her make me want to pull my hair out. She is seriously giving me a migraine.

Angered by my words, she warns, "You should stay away from Carson. He is mine. You hear me? He is just using you to bring us back together." She sounded so sure that it made me chuckle.

Girl, if he wanted you then he wouldn't be here with me even if it's a fake arrangement.

"I know it! You aren't even worth his time!" She glared at me.

"A peasant like you could not provide his needs like I can. I am much more fit for him not you."

Wow, she crossed the line.

And Carson wanted me to be nice to this bitch? Not in a million years. A few folks looked our way and I honestly didn't give a damn.

"You think you could give him what he wants, much less his needs? A gold digging whore like you couldn't do anything but jump from a rich man to another. Oh, and could you breathe the other way please, your mouth isn't the best smelling perfume." I said with a smirk.

I had to state what's on my mind. I couldn't let her talk to me that way. No one talks to me that way! Not any more at least.

I heard a few people laugh at my remark which boosted my confidence. Paola Pascale turned red from embarrassment. I think she isn't used to people standing up to her just because she's a 'world class' model.

Model my arse. She isn't even a role model. I don't even want to know how many young girls wanted to be her or in her position; they look up to her but she's just a bitch behind the spotlight.

I could not control my laughter; thus, making me chortle a laugh. I was overjoyed with her humiliation. Where is her dignity now?

Then I felt something wet splashed all over my face.

"Oops." She smirked.

My mouth fell wide open.

She did not! That bitch!

I wiped a hand over my drenched face and gave her a dirty look.

"Oh, looks like you've got a little red wine over there. It now matches your dress!" She said mockingly but continued, "I will remind you again. Stay away from what's mine." With one last glare, Paola walked to where Carson was at and gave me a huge smirk.