It was great just to sit and talk to Arthur. He was amazing..I was laughing, impressed and I learn many new things about world, people and life. I lost the track of the time..
At one point Camille entered the room. Her face was red and she had a big bright smile on her face.
"Michaela..Here you are!" She tried to walk straight toward us but she tripped and spilled some of the drink on the floor.
"Oops..sorry Arthur.." She winged her eye and when she finally got to my chair, she sat on my lap. "What you two are doing here?" She looked very petite, but she felt kinda heavy. Arthur and Camille were having small talk, while I was wishing Camille stand up..Finally she did and my legs got some blood in to them back.
"It's time to go..I'm tired.." Camille reached for my hand. I said good-bye to Arthur and we walked out of the room. Camille was more drunk than I was, but somehow we made it to the limo. She felt on the seat and passed out. I took some water from the small fridge - i did not want to be sick in the morning for my flight back home. I checked my cell - Vanda called me. I guess she is not upset anymore..I texted her that I will call her tomorrow..
My flight back home was smooth - I had little bit of headache. I've been drinking coffee and water, while I was sitting next to this older lady. She could be in her late fifties, but she looked very high fashion with the white hair styled in chick bob, her perfect make up and big black Gucci glasses on. She was working on her computer.
Camille did not leave with me - she went to London. I did not know, when did she made that decision, but whatever. I ordered the second glass of the water with lemon, but when cute stewardess was handling it to me, the plane moved and the water spilled on the older lady..
She got upset first, but than she laughed. "It's just a water right?" She shook some drops from her hair.
"Do you live in Amsterdam?" She asked me.
"No, I was just visiting."
"Some special event?"
I was not sure, if I should be honest with this one.. "I was there to support my friend for some convention."
She smiled and closed her computer. " We had an expo in Amsterdam this weekend as well..Which kind?"
"Adult toys." It was hard to swallow. She laughed and slapped her hands together.
"Did you had a fun Darling? What's your name?"
"Michaela.." I shook her hand.
"Beatriz Birjen." Her grip was strong. Birjen? That name was ringing the bell in my head..I heard it before.
"So did you had fun?"
"Yes. It was different."
"I bet..Are you working in the industry?"
We talked for the rest of our flight. I was talking about my life - of course about my messed up past month and about my job situation. She was listening. She did not talk about herself. She wanted to know about me. When the stewardess announced the landing. Beatriz gave me her business card and asked for me to call her.
"I really like you Michaela.."
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That Bitch..
RomanceI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
