Victoria's Secret

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

My heart practically danced at the idea of this being my final day in New York. I just wanted to scream my lungs out. All day I struggled to hold back my smile at the thought of seeing Ms.Ross and Connor and my lake.

I was snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of Marie's raised voice in the other room.

"How the hell did you get this number?" she demanded angrily. Curious, I stood up from the hotel's bed and leaned against the wall so that I could hear her better. She had lowered her voice somewhat, unfortunately.

I dared myself to creep out of the room I was in to go closer to the room where she was at. I peeked out from the wall I was behind and watched her pace in front of the large glass window with her phone pressed against her ear.

"I don't give a damn what you saw or what you believe," she growled in a hushed tone, "I told you what it was and it ain't yours." As the person on the other line of the phone answered Marie's face darken with blood. "I swear to God, Jason, you pull some shit like that and I will do everything I can to make your life pure Hell." Even though she had threaten this Jason guy, I guess his threat had still worried or scared her. From the side angle of her face I could see, she looked terrified.

Seeing Marie look like that brought a funny feeling to my stomach.

"Lets see you try," she replied in a confident tone before removing the phone from her ear and pressed what I assumed to be the off button. She tossed the phone away from her like it was a hot coal and slumped it one of the chair. Marie ran her hands over her face and into her dark hair as she let out a groan.

I was very curious about this Jason guy. She obviously knew him and for some reason she secretly fear him. I wondered if he knew that.

***

For the rest of the day Marie sat at the table in front of the large window staring at a bottle of wine. She had a lost kind of expression planted on her face and her bottom lip was red and swollen from how hard and long she had been biting it. Something was deeply bothering her, no doubt that phone call from earlier.

I felt on edge because I wasn't sure if she would lash out on me. I wanted to leave the suite to be away from her but Marcus had called giving me firm instructions to stay inside the hotel.

When the sun began to set was when Marie began to rise. She burst into "my" room where I was sprawled on the bed watching TV. Her hair was pulling into a messy bum on the top of her head and her body was cover with a crispy white bathrobe.

"Victoria Marie, get up. Get ready. Your coming with me." She said in a rush. Her eyes were bright with a strange type of excitement, making me feel uneasy.

I slowly got up from the bed and stood at a weary distance from her. "Um, wh-what should I wear?" I asked uncertain.

"Don't worry about that for now. I'll help you with that later," she told me, "just get ready."

Once she left I sighed and sunk to the bed. I knew she was planning on going to a club or someone's party. She just couldn't resist it. I also knew she would end up totally wasted by the time we got back to the hotel. She couldn't resist that either.

"This won't end well," I muttered to start preparing for the night.

***

The club was hot and filled with smoke. The music blasted my ear drums as Marie and I walked deeper into the club with her body guard nearby.

I wrapped my arms around the exposed skin of my torso. Marie picked out my outfit which was a black, strapless belly out shirt and black shorts. It was all too revealing for me and I felt extremely uncomfortable. To add to my discomfort I was told to wear heels that was killing my back and feet as I walked. My whole apparel was black, which made my skin appear even more pale, except for the silver chandelier earrings.