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Chapter 5

∞ Chapter 5 ∞

Des looks at the Curly Haired Bitch in shock. I am sure Gemma, Anne and I have the same look.

"Excuse me?" Des hisses, walking closer to the Curly Haired Bitch. But the Bitch stands his ground. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"My stupid bitch-ass father," The Curly Haired Bitch snaps and Gemma bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from smiling. Des grabs the Curly Haired Bitch by the collar and pushes him against the wall.

"Desmond!" Anne exclaims, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. It is amazing how after all of the shit the Curly Haired Bitch had done to Anne, she still loves him. That is what a mum should truly treat her son like.

Anne rushes to Des's side, trying to pull him off of her son. Des shoves her to the side, causing her to fall to the floor. Gemma and I immediately pull her up and away from the two men.

The Curly Haired Bitch's eyes widen in anger and he shoves Des off of him. Des stumbles backwards, hitting his head on the wooden railing.

"Don't you ever and I mean ever touch my mum again you fucking bastard!" the Curly Haired Bitch yells, his raspy voice bellowing around the mansion. He grabs Des from the ground by his collar. He opens the door, makes Des bend down and kicks his bum right out the door.

My jaw drops.

The Curly Haired Bitch slams the door shut, locking it afterwards. He leans against it, his back encountering it. His emerald eyes flicker to Anne.

"Are you all right, Anne?" he asks almost gently.

"I... I'm fine," Anne stutters. He nods, his eyes instantly hardening.

"Jade and I are going out," the Curly Haired Bitch announces. I raise a brow at him.

"When was that decided?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Anne silently walks away into the kitchen while Gemma looks at both of us with amusement in her eyes.

"Right now. We are going to a business meeting," he says, ending our little discussion. Then he turns to Gemma. "Get her ready. You know what she needs to wear." Gemma rolls her eyes and nods anyways. Harry smirks before brushing past us and going up the stairs.

"Time to get you dolled up," Gemma says with a wink. She grabs my wrist and pulls me up the stairs, walking into the bedroom again.

She pushes me onto a chair again, going into the closet immediately. She pulls out a sleeveless black dress with a pair of what seems to be shoes.

"What are those?" I ask her pointing to the item that is in her left hand. She looks down at them and chuckles at me.

"They're called heels. They make you look taller and sophisticated because, let's face it Jade, you're short," Gemma says with an honest shrug. I nod, agreeing with her.

She commands me to change into the black dress, which I oblige. She leaves the so-called 'heels' on the bed and runs a comb through my hair. She does something with my hair and pulls out a pink bag. She pulls out a black tube from the bag.

"What is that?" I ask.

"It's called mascara. It's for your eyelashes. It makes your lashes longer," Gemma explains, opening the tube and applying the 'mascara' to my eyelashes. She puts the tube away and pulls out a light pink tube.

"What's that?" I ask.

"It's called lip-gloss. It's for your lips, it makes it shinier," Gemma explains, opening the tube and applying the 'lip-gloss' to my lips. She puts the tube away and pulls out a large, black palette.