Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 24: Nana Sarantos

Happy Mother's Day.

Chapter 24: Nana Sarantos

"You think you're so fucking clever, huh?"

"In fact, I do. But this has nothing to do with that or you."

She scoffs. "What a pathetic excuse! You just can't take that he's in love with me, huh? It burns you up that much that you convince him to get just the two of you on the next island over?"

I sneer at her stomping forward. "It's family business you dumb tramp. You keep bringing up the goddamn contract like you know all there is about Kostas, but did you know his Nana was the reason he wanted to marry me? That she was the sole reason why we even came here?!"

She froze.

"That's right! Let it soak in, bitch. You're nothing but the mistress he fucks at night and can't even be seen with in the light of day. It wasn't you who he flew thousands of miles for to come here. I am. I'm the one he's proud to show around to his family...to marry in—believe it or not. I win," I say tapping my chest, it swelling with triumph.

I'm ashamed to say, I was proud of myself at that moment. The screeching banshee known as Blair Tantolo was left speechless. And because of me! I honestly believed up until then that I was the innocent in this situation too, I mean she started this whole mess barging up in my room while I was packing for the trip.

Midway through her rant I guessed that Kostas had finally told her we were heading out to see Nana Sarantos. She was starting to annoy me a couple more minutes in. She had to be shut down, that's the thing I'll never feel guilty over. But, in hindsight, I was more proud of the fact that Kostas basically had enough sense to have whore #1 on his arm like some trophy rather than whore #pieceofshit. Never mind the way he so blatantly expressed his hate for me or threatened me or disrespected me...I just cared that in a way I was above Blair. I felt like hot shit because of it. And I knew that was just sad.

"So whether he hates me, loves me, or both—which makes the sex all the more fun, trust me," I winked sinisterly, "he'll never leave me!"

Tears were threatening her eyes. "You speak as if you're more important to hi—"

"I am." I crossed my arms. A sort of confidence overcame my body.

"I've know him for a lifetime! Our families have done business—" She screeched.

I did not want to get into the shit about their family history and stuff.

"And I'm still more important to him than you, ain't that sad?" I laughed.

That pathetic realization came to me exactly when those words rushed pass my lips. If Kostas hated me as much as he said, then why was I still in his presence? What rational person demanded the presence of someone they hated 24/7? This went far beyond my sister, his grandma...dare I say even his money, which could easily be replaced by the company in three days time. My mind was processing this information and when I actually thought about it...who was he really trying to convince of his hate for me? I knew, or at least I thought I knew his feelings towards me, but having to shout it out everyday was unnecessary. And he knew it.

He was just as stuck with his feelings for me as I was with him.

I wasn't even paying attention to the banshee anymore. My bag needed packing. "Why would I still be here if he hated me?...oh my God... it all makes sense," I whispered to myself, folded articles of clothing going into my bag one-by-one.