Fall in Love With the Housekeeper (COMPLETED)

Part 13

"Some guys need taking down a peg or two. He'll be back; he loves this sweet ass," The perfect women all laugh hysterically. "My replacement over there is probably a hooker wearing Gucci. He probably just picked up her up off the street, Pretty Woman style."

"How do you know it's a Gucci…?" asks the red-haired woman.

"The same dress is hanging in my closet; it's this season, darling. Love those shoes though. Of course, they're all brand new. Probably the most expensive clothes she has ever worn. The poor whore even left the labels on."

They laugh behind their hands now, noticing me looking and listening to them.

Did Dexter so love this dress on his real date, he had to dress me like her?

My throat swells as I stare at Dexter's back, who is oblivious to my humiliation while laughing with a man at the bar. This is too much.

I'm a joke.

Dexter doesn't really want me here.

His date let him down and I'm an easy standin. I’m just here so he doesn’t look lonely. I am a standin. A piece of meat.

No… what about what we did earlier?

It meant something to him too, didn't it?

Did I make something huge out of nothing?

Another red haired woman arrives, takes a seat next to Dexter's ex, and gushes, "Carla, I overheard Dexter telling James who he's here with. You will never guess…"

"Then don't make me," Carla insists.

The bitch has attitude and I know how Dexter loves attitude.

He loves mine.

"Quit stalling, who is she?" she snaps.

"She's his twenty-five year old housekeeper. Grew up together, by the sounds of it. Can you believe him? Bless, he dressed her up and brought her to an event like this. This is a big deal for someone like her."

They all stare at me for a minute or so, examining the poor girl, before they turn away to continue talking about me as if I can't hear or am somehow impervious to what they're saying.

"Aw, he's such a love, Carla," says the first red-haired woman. "Better hope you haven't lost him for good this time."

"Lose him to whom? Ha, Cinderella over there?"

Cinderella?!

Is that what I am?

They stare, knowing I'm listening, and their collective and cumulative laughter soon sounds like a roar.

I look at Dexter and he is too busy laughing at the bar. Why can’t he be here and defend me?

Oh, who am I kidding? He won’t defend me. I’m just a fill-in. Just another girl.

It’s too much. I can’t stand this any longer.

I have to get out of here.

Two fistfuls of dress to raise the hem of my dress, I march away as fast as I can, wearing ridiculous five-inch heels.

All with them squealing at my back and makeup running down my cheeks.

The longest minute later, I re-enter the lion's den outside and the cameras flash in my face.

"Leave me alone!" I scream, running to my right through the crowd of onlookers, down several blocks to Dexter's penthouse.

On the way, I throw the  red stilletos over a hedge.

My fairy-tale was incredible while it lasted, but it didn't last long enough…

Poor Kristel....

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