Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 2

“He’s such an arrogant twat!” I shouted at Hellenia. I bit the torn cuticles of my finger. I put my feet on the dash board of the 2014 Range Rover as we headed back to my two bedroom apartment. I fiddled with the card Alex gave me; he had dirtily scrawled his number on it and like a cheeky bastard slipped in the back pocket of my jeans.

“Milania, he is the Alex Sorja. Numero uno! He is so hot goddamn it, I am soaked.” Helen moaned. I slapped Helen’s shoulder, “Soaked? Ew. Gross. Have you forgotten that you are married now, you stupid little wanker?”

Hellenia was 27 and way more beautiful than me. She had beautiful chest nut hair, blue inquisitive eyes and creamy skin, she was the exact opposite of me. She had married Caleb De Leeuw, a Dutch billionaire with a personal wealth of 500 million, at the age of 25. He was an athlete, socialite, businessman and model. He was so good looking it hurt. He was blessed with platinum blond hair, with blue eyes, the perfect blond boy. Hellenia had met him during her internship at his company, Lion Industries. It was love at first sight. Within the year, they were engaged and married.

“Yeah I know but still. Call him up! Make it a date!” She said.

***

 “Hey Milania,” Alex crooned my name on the other end of the line. I snapped, “How did you get my number?”

“Oh, Steven did the honours of giving it to me.” He laughed, “Can we have coffee tomorrow?”

“Hell no!” I said, Helen swatted me and mouthed say yes! I shook my head and mouthed back, no! And went to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

“Why not? Why do you hate me?” Alex asked. I could hear him shifting and the sound of chairs being moved.

“I don’t hate you. I just hate the idea of you coming over or having a coffee date with me. And besides don’t you have to attend some award with that hard and gorgeous as candy girlfriend of yours?” I replied and bit my cuticles again.

“Candy girlfriend? What the hell are you talking about?” He replied laughing.

“Umm…you attended the Ballon D’Or awards with her?” I asked.

“Oh my God!” He started laughing again, “That was my sister Zara Sorja, not my girlfriend.” He coughed slightly and then continued, “Besides, why do you care?”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. Whatever, meet you later.” I was about to cut the phone when I heard him half-shouting, half-laughing, “Milania, babe, please.”

Babe. He called me babe.

“What? What is your problem?” I asked, “Stop bugging me, go away.”

“Milania, please listen to me. One coffee, just one coffee and that’s it, I will let you go.” He begged.

“Fine, come to my place tomorrow morning. I’ll make coffee and you better pray I don’t put rat poison in it.” I said and cut the phone. I texted him my address and told him to come at 10:00 a.m.

I went out of my room and found Helen sitting with her ear against the door, “Ahem, what are you doing?” I asked. She smiled and gave an awkward laugh followed by a cough, “So…he is coming here tomorrow?”

“YOU HEARD MY CONVERSATION?!” I screeched and smacked Helen. I kept smacking till she started to smack me back and soon enough we were toppling to the floor with punches and kicks all galore.

“STOP! I am your sister, I have the right to eavesdrop.” She said. I smacked her again, “Have I ever asked about how much sex you have with Caleb? No right! I hear you both going at it, at all times of the day, Jesus! But I don’t say shit.”