Precious

Bliss

I woke up angrier on Friday than when I had gone to bed.

Alexander played me like a fiddle. Like a fool.

After spending 3 hours calling our lawyers, Alexander harassed me throughout the night. He pulled my bra strap as far as he could, and made it unhook a hundred times. As if that wasn't enough, Alexander made my chef cook him pasta and then, when we went outside near my pool to eat it, he pushed me in my freaking pool. The minute I popped up to the surface to breath, Alexander through the spaghetti bolognese all over me. He had his camera out to snap the event so I had to swim to the bottom of the water to prevent the images of me getting out to the public. By the time I reached the edge of the pool, he was gone.

I was so angry.

Josefa asked me why she was pulling spaghetti sauce out of my hair and I almost bit her.

By some miracle, Judge missed the whole event.

I would get revenge if I had to die to do so.

The day passed uneventfully. I was absolutely ecstatic when Nikki and I headed to the Bentley where the driver was waiting for us.

"This is going to be extremely fun." I smiled.

She giggled.

I let her get in first.

"I spoke to George, like you asked." She smiled. The sun hitting her tan face made her freckles come out. She looked very cute.

"Oh, good."

"Yeah, he just said he needs the images to finish the story?" She had no idea what I was talking about and I wanted to keep it that way until I accomplished my mission.

"Wonderful." I grinned deviously.

Nikki shook her head.

"I would hate to get on your bad side, Estella."

"Then don't." I laughed, and she did too.

She was a fool.

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"Estella, we can't wear that." Nikki's eyes widened.

"Nikki Dominicks don't be such a prude." I rolled my eyes at her while I laid next to her on my bed.

I lifted myself up.

"Picture it. A black tent with stadium inside in Jeremy's backyard. Everybody's wearing a mask. And we're in La Perla lingerie and fuck-me heels."

"Estella, if one picture leaks about this to the Miami Herald or any magazine, I'm fucked." She breathed. "We're all fucked!"

"Babe, did you not just hear that we're going to be wearing masks?"

I didn't realize Nikki was so nervous. I walked over to the liquor I had hiding in a drawer on my makeup dresser. I pulled out Fireball and two shot glasses.

"This party is going to be amazing." I smiled as I began to pour the shots.

"I don't know, Estella."

"Let's order our clothes. You'll be happier then." I handed her a shot, so she could loosen the fuck up. My friends in New York weren't such prudes...

I went to La Perla to find something beautiful for us.

After twenty minutes of searching, we both found gorgeous outfits.

I was going to wear all black. The lingerie was going to criss-cross all over my body, and I was going to look hot as fuck.

I took a screenshot of the lingerie and I sent it with a message to Jeremy's friend, Chris. 'I'm thinking about costumes like this, what do you think?' I smiled at my deviousness.

I found Nikki a matching white silk piece.

"Estella, I still don't know." She sipped her third fireball shot.

"Nikki, tell me. Who are you interested in."

She giggled.

"Seriously! Who?"

"Honestly? Jeremy's pretty hot to me right now." She downed the rest of her shot. "I would've gone for him had Alexander not showed up."

I nodded after purchasing both pieces of lingerie for us.

My phone rang and I got a, 'Hot af. Love the masquerade theme. It's perf.'

A minute later he messaged again, 'Getting the tent and stage now.'

"Nikki, if you wear this shit, Jeremy will forget he ever had a girlfriend I swear."

I poured my third shot and I was starting to get sloppy.

She looked reluctant still and I almost hit her.

"Trust me." Now, let's look for our hot as fuck masks." I smiled.

Having girlfriends was fun sometimes.