"He is mature, gorgeous, rich..." She paused, studying my face. My gaze shifting for a moment. Hoping to spot Darryl within the midst of the alcohol fueled crowd.
"What is the point to this conversation?" Cutting her off as she opened her mouth to speak again. My maintained coolness, dipping drastically low. Finishing my drink, in one huge guzzle.
Her eyes narrowed. "Just like all the others. He is going to fuck you. Shove his dick in you and then come back to me. Because, I am the one he wants."
My stomach twisted with sick fear. Jealousy, but I held it together.
"You are so pathetic. Now move." Pushing her aside lightly. My action left he stunned.
I walked away. My stride easy and smooth, making a beeline to the bank of elevators. Heading straight to our room to nurse my anger.
"Okay, that went well. Considering." My mouth twisting ruefully as I give myself a mental pep talk. Tossing my clutch on a vacant chair across the room. Kicking my heels off.
Breathing an enormous sigh of relief. Walking lazily towards the bed. I paused immediately, realizing that I still was not in possession of my phone. Shaking my head, I forget it. For the moment. Sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing my feet. Wincing just a little.