My Kinda Night

~~stella, stella, stella

       "Stella, I have to talk to you. Now." I was waiting on the sofa for at least 3 hours. It was already 2:30 am, and I was tired as hell. I wasn't going to let her leave without getting an answer. I had her cornered, and I wasn't about to lose her again.

       "Uh, sorry Janice, I'd love to stay and chat but I really have to get going." I could tell she was nervous.

     "No, you're staying and talking to me. Unless you want to find a new home."

       She started crying. Faker. "No Janice, I have an ultrasound. I didn't tell you but last time I went they said I was close to losing the baby!" She tried to hold my shoulder, but I slapped it away. I have no idea why, but that bitch was wearing a fake belly.

       "Fucking bitch. An ultra sound at 3 am." I muttered to myself.

     I turned around to walked to the bed. I sat on it. What do I even say to her. What do I say to a lying, two-faced, bitch?! I heard a door slam. Oh no. She got away. I ran out to the balcony and looked. She was speeding away in her new Ferrari she got a few days ago- she said she won it in raffle but I'm starting to doubt that.

       I couldn't believe it. Was she making up that raping incident? And why was she faking her pregnancy? Why!? I didn't want to waste my time thinking about this. I might as well go to sleep, I had to meet Michael in the morning...maybe I could give him another chance? Ya know, since he isn't a rapist.

       ***

I woke up to my loud alarm that I dreaded so. I grabbed my phone and hammered the screen with my fingers until it turned off- god only knows if it was snooze or stop that I pressed. I had one hour to make it to the office, might as well doll myself up. I applied some quick but dramatic makeup. I grabbed my leather tights and a tight, cleavage showing t-shirt that said, 'sex doll' in bold pink glittery writing. I threw on 6 incher heels, grabbed my Gucci bag, and was ready to go. I may have looked like trailer trash, but I was hot trailer trash.

       I got into the office and saw Christian looking at me with a grin. "Oh Janice, you look marvelous, and two minutes early! But honey, where's that friend of yours." His expression turned to disgust.

       I crossed my arms and also had a look of disgust. "I wouldn't call her my friend anymore."

      He smiled again. "Good good, you were too good for her anyway."

      I smirked, I guess I was back on his good side.

       He opened his mouth, like he was just realizing something. "Oh right, Michael," he said with a wink, "is waiting in your office, he seemed very eager to see you."

     I gulped, and began walking to my office. So many thoughts going through my head, (lmao love postyyy) I wasn't prepared for whatever he had to talk to me about.

      "Janiiiiice!" He was sitting in my favorite chair. "Well doesn't this bring back memories. You used to be the one in my office!"

       "Mhm." I mumbled, sitting down in the customers seat. "What brings you here, Michael."

        He had a huge smile, and completely ignored my question. "So, I overheard you and Christian talking, why aren't you and Stella friends?"

         I smirked. "Why? And how do you even know Stella, did I ever introduce you two?"

       He chuckled. "Actually, that's what I came here to talk to you about."