The Bad Boy's First Lady

TBBFL 4: Text Message

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CIELO MONTEZ

"I thought you were sick? How come you're wearing that? Going somewhere?" Bianca asked in a bitchy tone as soon as I entered her room which was covered entirely with Daniel Padilla's face. He was an actor in the Philippines and I didn't know why she was so obsessed with him.

I sidestepped her and headed straight for the magazine on her table. "What do you even see in this oaf? He's not handsome, he's so annoying, and he's such a bad actor. I don't know what makes girls lust after hi—" Before I could even finish talking, Bianca, Daniel's number one stalker, lunged at me like a mad hyena.

I hissed as we fell over. Luckily, we landed on the bed, because if it was on the floor, I would've seriously razored her hair. "Dang, Bianca! That hurts like a bítch!"

She rolled her eyes at me, took the magazine I was holding from me, and tucked it in her arm. "Don't be so mean then. Daniel is so pizza delicious. He's even sexier than those blonde models you drool over on TV!"

"Not really. And don't compare him to pizza! Pizza is way more delicious than he is!" She just groaned in response. She knew she wouldn't win this argument. Seriously, Daniel was not pizza delicious. He was more of a blue cheese delicious. And blue cheese wasn't delicious at all.

I stood up and sat on her bed as if I owned it. "Anyway Bianca, you have to accompany me to the mall today. I have a meeting with a certain person, and I want you to be there so you won't be clueless about what I'm going to do on Monday."

Bianca shrugged and went to her cabinet and started digging around inside, which made me wonder what could be in there. When she was finished, she went straight to the bathroom.

Okay, what was that about? I shook my head and laid down to wait for her to come out. It was Bianca we were talking about; she was going to be missing in action for half an hour.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at Mike's message again. I'd looked at the text a hundred times today and I couldn't seem to get over it. 'Meet me at the restaurant at the mall today in first hour of the afternoon,' it said. Of course I was curious, so I had called him earlier, but for suspicious reasons, his phone was out of reach. That was so weird. Why would he want me to go to the mall? To play with the pandas maybe? Nah, not a chance.

And then I thought maybe he wanted to talk about our spy mission thingy. Hmm . . . that could be it.

"What the hell are you doing lying on my bed? I thought we were going to the mall? C'mon, let's go!" I dropped my phone when Bianca suddenly grabbed me. I was going to reach for it but she quickly pushed me out of her room. "Wait! I left my phone on your bed."

"Leave it. Just come back for it after we're done shopping," she said in a hurry.

"Excuse me, who said anything about shopping? We're meeting someone, not going shopping." I reminded her, annoyed. Shopping was the least of my concern in a situation like this.

***

"You suck! First, I left my phone in your room. Now my bag, too? God! Can this day get any better?" I complained as I watched her do touch-ups.

She just laughed and continued applying lipstick. Her red lips complimented her hair perfectly. "Chill, woman. I have lots of money here, so no need to worry. You have me," she said, winking. After she had finished with her makeup, she stepped out of my car. Stomping, I got out too.

"So, where's your meeting place?"

"Mitchell's Restaurant," I replied as we went in.

"Mitchell's? Isn't that place expensive? The person you're meeting must be loaded! Introduce me when you're through with him. I bet he's handsome too, since you have high standards and all. You wouldn't go out with anyone who looks like a frog."