𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 11: Momzilla

Chapter 11: Momzilla

I get out of the shower, shaved and sparkly, I put on my avocado mask, and start doing my nails. My dress was a navy blue so I was going for a matching dark navy blue except for the fourth finger which will be black and navy, I've decided.

After my manicure, I apply my makeup and go right ahead and put my dress on. It was one of my many evening dresses that I like immensely. My YSL's were tied around my narrow ankles and my dress fastened, my clutch on my uncovered shoulder and I was ready to go. I step out of my room and get out towards the parking lot. I was not going to let them be my ride so I'm meeting them up in the mansion.

"you look so beautiful Alyson!"

"oh my god.."

"so pretty..."

"Da.mn girl you look hot!"

"I love your dress!"

The last one was a compliment from one of Kat's friends, she was there too, but she didn't step aside from my way like everybody else.

"Thank you," I wink at .. Laura..I think, and smile, "you have such a beautiful hair," I comb my fingertips through her blonde waves. She was entranced. Completely hypnotized. I had that effect on people, especially when I dropped my naturally raspy voice to a whisper, and started a kind of intimate contact with my prey, they all fell into my trap. All of them.

Kat scoffs next to her and rolls her eyes, "what's your problem?" I drop my hand,

"Do you really wanna know my problem?" she hisses,

"Nope, not a bit interested." I smile at her,

"you look fantastic Alyson,"

"I know," I smile and wink at Tara, and she laughs,

"Don't flatter yourself Alyson, that dress sure is a killer, but I bet I look ten times hotter in it than you can ever be," Kat spits,

"I don't think so, it's custom made sweetie. Vivienne Westwood made it just for me," I look down at myself impressed by it, "it's made from the best navy silk there is, and she worked on it herself," I look up at her and smile "in other words, it's way too expensive for you. You cannot afford it I'm afraid."

Gasps were heard along the silent corridor and girls got out their phones and started to tape this. Their timing couldn't be any better.

"Excuse me?" she breathes, narrowing her eyes at me, in a very poor attempt to try and scare me, coupled with her stepping forward, I was ready to laugh my left as.s cheek off.

"You don't know? There was a little dip in the stock market and your dad lost thirteen million dollars." I tell her.

The whole corridor gasps, and whispers start to travel, and gossip erupts and I feel warmth invading my hollow chest upon seeing her stupefied expression, and ashamed look. "I hope you start living in motels and have to sell everything you own, including your body," I smile sweetly at her and hug her whispering in her ear, "somebody may have made a phone call to a certain hot big shot, and that was what caused the 'little dip'" I get her off of me and smirk as it clicks in her microscopic brain,

"you did this.."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'd watch my steps around me if I were you." I add expressionless, dead serious, menace lacing my raspy voice, highlighting every syllable. I turn around and descend the stairs going to my Lamborghini. I saw it in Mission Impossible and I just had to have it. Oh, it was orange too.

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I drive through the unbelievably long driveway, singing to the last verse of The Real Slim Shady, by Eminem, and mentally preparing myself for the scarring experience I'm about to go through.