Heal Me, Love Me

14 - Kitty Cat

Honk. Honk.

The humidity slapped Caitlin in the face when Bronze tugged her through the rotating doors of the Hotel Villa de Sol to approach the luxury cars lined up in valet. A few hotel clients shot them glances and some pointed in their direction, demonstrating sharp intakes of breath. Without pausing, Bronze marched straight toward the Expedition. Caitlin internally groaned when her eyes caught the sight of Leo Cook. UGH. How could she not notice that pretentious butthole. He stood tall, with a bright, cut-off sleeves shirt, purposely revealing his overly muscular appearance. Ninja Turtle neck dim-witted butthole. His matching shorts showed off his slightly dark knees and the loafer shoes created a presentable beach boy. He had always reminded her of the cartoon Johnny Bravo. A narcissistic moron that had an abnormally chiseled body tied with boorish mannerism. 

In a playful manner, Leo chitchatted with an equally as tall blondie, sporting a skin-tight dress against her obvious pumped chest. The blondie giggled in respond to what he whispered in her ear and affectionally smacked his shoulder. With a strained smile, he delivered a comment that instantly made a frown effect. Before they closed the distance with Leo, Caitlin could sense the blood boiling underneath her cheeks and neck. Bronze flung the back door opened and sort of forced Caitlin into the passenger seat. Leo shouted out Woah, cutting off the blondie's bickering noise and waved her off. He quickly grabbed Bronze before he had the opportunity of closing the door shut. 

"Bruno, my main man. You scared the shit of out of me, bro," Leo said. He slicked back his long dark hair. "Who's the hot chick tagging along?"

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "God, he's still a shallow piece of--"

"Cay Cay," Bronze warned. 

"Woah, woah, woah. The Caitlin Michel...Like Playboy Kitty Cat Michel. Like your baby moms?" Leo asked, opening the door wider. His mouth spread into a wicked smile. He let out a low whistle.

Her face burned him with a fierce glare. "I see you still got a stick up your as--"

"Enough," Bronze said, cutting her off. He shut her door close.

Bronze grabbed the middle of Leo's shirt and pulled him forward. "You want me to break your teeth?"

Leo chuckled, smoothing out his friend's hands. "Bro, relax. I'm just playing."

Bronze dropped his hands and circled the vehicle to the driver's seat. Leo quickly trailed behind his best mate and put his hand on the driver's door. Caitlin slid further into her seat. Ugh. What type of situation did she put herself into? The both of them are a bunch of douchebags; hence why they deserved each other. This situation was her worst case scenario - stuck between her baby daddy and his obnoxious sidekick. 

Her mind had went completely blank when she first received Alani Simmons' phone call. It wasn't every freaking day a famous person reached out to her personal number. Not to mentioned how much she had idolized Alani all her life. Fifteen years to be exact. Simmons was the barbie of the century. AKA Queen A. When Alani's voice called out her name on the other line of the phone, she almost fainted. A naturally geeking excitement swept over her. Alani had been so kind and reassuring with her notably sweet voice. Caitlin just had to follow her only request. 

"I'm driving her home," Bronze said firmly. 

"Slow down, Flash. You can't be out here playing taxi," Leo said, checking his Rolex. "You have a meeting with Supreme in t-minus five hours."

"Since when?"

"Alani didn't fill you in on the schedule?" Leo asked, laughing it off. "Women. She's seriously butt-hurt about this entire situation. This is why you shouldn't do a man's job--"