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grandmother could give. Then Vivica's face went blank, her eyes hardening. She slid her feet into a pair of heels, grabbed her purse, and stomped to the door. “Fine. I've been taking care of myself for a long time now. I'll just keep doing what I do best.”
“ Where the hell do you think you're going?” Annata said, standing.
“ Like you give a shit.” Vivica threw open the door, and then shot her a deadly glare. “Bitch.” Then she slammed the door shut. Annata clenched her jaw, wanting to scream. But more than anything, wanting her peace and quiet back. Annata slumped back on the couch, staring at the TV as two women on the show lunged at each over, their friends holding them back. Annata zoned out for a minute, wondering what Christophe was doing. She wondered where he'd gone after he left. He was probably out on the town right now, whispering in some other woman's ear. Whispering about how he wanted to eat her pussy and fuck her until the sun came up. She closed her eyes, a flare of anger rippling through her. Fuck Christophe Van der Kind. Fuck Vivica. And most of all, fuck Cassandra for being a drunk deadbeat who had gotten her into this mess.
Then a thought came to her. She glanced at the pile of clothes Vivica had unearthed her dress from. Where did all these clothes come from? Vivica had barely had anything with her when she arrived. Annata leaned forward, pulling the pile of garments into her lap. They were new, designer. Most still had tags. What the hell? So Vivica was shoplifting, most likely. Or had a rich sugar daddy. Annata groaned inwardly and shoved the clothes back onto the floor. Monday suddenly seemed so far away.
Chapter 6
Annata heard Christophe before she saw him, his laughter echoing across the room as she walked from the bathroom back to her office. He wasn't supposed to be here, she knew. He was supposed to be gone. She turned, and saw him. He had his back to her, talking to an administrative assistant. He was leaning in, his hand close to the girl's cheek. Then he reached out an tugged a lock of her blond hair, the gesture intimate and flirtatious. Annata shook her head, refusing to let herself get worked up over him. He was just being himself. He hadn't miraculously changed over the weekend. Rolling her eyes, Annata shut herself inside her office, prepared to hide out. Just in case Christophe Van der Kind came to look for her. Not that he would.
Her phone rang.
“ Where's my Vivvy?” Granny said, her voice slightly hysterical.
“ What?”
“ She never got off the plane. I was waiting for her at the airport.”
“ Oh.” Annata felt a scream welling up in her throat. “Don't worry. I'll find out what's going on, okay?”
“ Okay, dear.” Granny said thickly. “Call me back.”
Annata hung up and checked the airline's website. Using the code on the ticket, Annata looked up Vivica's check-in information. She'd said goodbye to Annata that morning, packing the new suitcase Annata had bought her and smiling like everything was fine. She wasn't happy to go to Louisiana, but she would go. She would go back to school and let Granny take care of her, she'd said, sweetly. The little bitch. She'd never checked in to her flight. She'd never gotten on the plane. Annata took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Annata should have taken Vivica to JFK herself and forced her ass to get on the plane. She should have escorted her personally all the way to Louisiana.
Annata stood and grabbed her purse. She was out the door in a flash, on the elevator before Christophe had even looked up from his hot and heavy conversation. As the doors closed, he glanced over, his eyes catching hers for a brief moment. He probably hadn't even registered that it was her, but she still imagined that she saw a little spark in his eyes. Shrugging it off, she focused on the task at hand. Downstairs, she grabbed a cab and headed uptown, for her apartment.
“ Son of a bitch.” Annata
“ Where the hell do you think you're going?” Annata said, standing.
“ Like you give a shit.” Vivica threw open the door, and then shot her a deadly glare. “Bitch.” Then she slammed the door shut. Annata clenched her jaw, wanting to scream. But more than anything, wanting her peace and quiet back. Annata slumped back on the couch, staring at the TV as two women on the show lunged at each over, their friends holding them back. Annata zoned out for a minute, wondering what Christophe was doing. She wondered where he'd gone after he left. He was probably out on the town right now, whispering in some other woman's ear. Whispering about how he wanted to eat her pussy and fuck her until the sun came up. She closed her eyes, a flare of anger rippling through her. Fuck Christophe Van der Kind. Fuck Vivica. And most of all, fuck Cassandra for being a drunk deadbeat who had gotten her into this mess.
Then a thought came to her. She glanced at the pile of clothes Vivica had unearthed her dress from. Where did all these clothes come from? Vivica had barely had anything with her when she arrived. Annata leaned forward, pulling the pile of garments into her lap. They were new, designer. Most still had tags. What the hell? So Vivica was shoplifting, most likely. Or had a rich sugar daddy. Annata groaned inwardly and shoved the clothes back onto the floor. Monday suddenly seemed so far away.
Chapter 6
Annata heard Christophe before she saw him, his laughter echoing across the room as she walked from the bathroom back to her office. He wasn't supposed to be here, she knew. He was supposed to be gone. She turned, and saw him. He had his back to her, talking to an administrative assistant. He was leaning in, his hand close to the girl's cheek. Then he reached out an tugged a lock of her blond hair, the gesture intimate and flirtatious. Annata shook her head, refusing to let herself get worked up over him. He was just being himself. He hadn't miraculously changed over the weekend. Rolling her eyes, Annata shut herself inside her office, prepared to hide out. Just in case Christophe Van der Kind came to look for her. Not that he would.
Her phone rang.
“ Where's my Vivvy?” Granny said, her voice slightly hysterical.
“ What?”
“ She never got off the plane. I was waiting for her at the airport.”
“ Oh.” Annata felt a scream welling up in her throat. “Don't worry. I'll find out what's going on, okay?”
“ Okay, dear.” Granny said thickly. “Call me back.”
Annata hung up and checked the airline's website. Using the code on the ticket, Annata looked up Vivica's check-in information. She'd said goodbye to Annata that morning, packing the new suitcase Annata had bought her and smiling like everything was fine. She wasn't happy to go to Louisiana, but she would go. She would go back to school and let Granny take care of her, she'd said, sweetly. The little bitch. She'd never checked in to her flight. She'd never gotten on the plane. Annata took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Annata should have taken Vivica to JFK herself and forced her ass to get on the plane. She should have escorted her personally all the way to Louisiana.
Annata stood and grabbed her purse. She was out the door in a flash, on the elevator before Christophe had even looked up from his hot and heavy conversation. As the doors closed, he glanced over, his eyes catching hers for a brief moment. He probably hadn't even registered that it was her, but she still imagined that she saw a little spark in his eyes. Shrugging it off, she focused on the task at hand. Downstairs, she grabbed a cab and headed uptown, for her apartment.
“ Son of a bitch.” Annata
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