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The White Party

Scarlett

The last week had gone by slowly but without incident. It was almost as if Michael knew I knew something. Either that or was entirely too busy trying to hide shit to care. Either way it had all seemed to work in my favor. We hadn't spoken since the morning he left my studio. 

I knew he had caught a flight out later that day. He was actually headed for the airport the evening of the brick incident. But decided to come to my rescue instead. That thought alone made my wheels begin to spin. How could a man pretend to be so caring and nurturing when underneath it all he was an absolute monster. 

I felt better than I had when i first originally diacovered the hidden file under my bed that morning. But not because i wasn't devastated. Not because I had manage to shake the god awful sting of betrayal. Simply because ignoring the problem was easier than facing it. 

As i said before I hadn't spoken to or seen Michael in days. I had spent the last few days drowning myself in work. And when I wasn't at work I was smothering Drew. Something completely out of character for me. But Drew seemed to appreciate it nonetheless. 

But tonight the inevitable was absolutely unavoidable. I'd be seeing him for sure at this white party. It was his party after all. 

His company was celebrating a rather lucrative partnering deal with a major production company. One Drew had helped secure with his undeniable talents. So naturally he requested I join him. Which honestly was one of the last things on earth I wanted to do. To be honest dying seemed more appealing at this point. 

I spent the last two days raking my brain. Trying to think of a way out of going tonight without absolutely devastating Drew in the process. At this point I would rather fake a car accident than be in the same room with Michael. I had come up with something far more believable however before I could begin to implement the plan Coretta called me. You can imagine my surprise. 

It seems that Drew had taken it upon himself to share the good news with his parents. He was rather proud of his accomplishments. Understandably so. But what I couldn't understand was why he had told them about the celebration Michael was giving the company. He really could have left that part out. 

As soon as Coretta heard about it she called me. Requesting that I urge Drew to invite them as well. Initially I was pissed but after further thought maybe it was best this way. Drew didn't take much urging. I simply suggested it the other night during pillow talk and he agreed. Ultimately praising me for being thoughtful and wanting to share this moment with his family. I guess he saw this as me attempting to bond with his mother. When in fact I was being blackmailed into doing so. Nothing in me wanted to get closer to his mother. I'm lying. Something in me ultimately did want to get closer to his mother. That being a closed right fist. 

"Wow!" Drew gushed as I entered his bedroom from the bathroom. "Baby Doll you look amazing." He added before smiling and stepping over to me.His hands cupped my face and he stared into my eyes for a moment in awe. 

"Drew I asked you not to." I started before he began to softly shake his head before correcting himself. 

"Scarlett Redd you are the most beautiful women my eyes have ever had the pleasure of falling on." He added causing my cheeks to become rosy in the process. I had asked Drew to no longer call me baby doll. The name now held a bitter sweet connotation. 

"Thank you baby." I said taking to my tippy toes to place a loving peck on his full lips. 

I pulled away as he eagerly grabbed at my waist and dress. I couldn't risk him ruining my new look with a quickie before the party. Everything needed to be perfect. I had learned long ago that regardless of how bad you were feeling or how shook your enemy had you, it was important that you showed up looking your best.