AN: It's been a while but here it is! I hope it was worth the wait. Have a good New Year? Here's to 2008 being the best of the best :D There is drug use in this chapter and a lot of cursing and crude language. Also, does anyone know a good sailor moon fanfiction website? I made the mistake of reading the guidelines (lol) and this fic sooooooo should not be here. Too much everything. I kinda knew that but now I cant claim ignorance since i read it. Now, I'm not going to edit it (sex) out of both fics b/c that would be too much work but I probably wont write it in such detail anymore so I was hoping that someone knew of another website that's not ariasink. Thanks in advance.
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon.
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger
But she aint messin wit no broke man
"That movie was interesting."
"You always did have bad taste, i.e. Amy." Serena replied, not thinking so since the movie made her downright uncomfortable.
Picking up on the odd note in her voice, "Don't tell me a little drug use in a movie upsets my darling bride?" His tone was mocking and so were his eyes as he watched her face carefully.
"Doesn't fucking worry what upsets me," she spat. She stood up in a huff, her body ridged. "Bastard."
"Actually," he silky replied, his hand catching her elbow. "My parents were married when I was born." He turned her around, his eyes dipping to her mouth.
"Do you want a fucking medal, prick?" Serena tried to yank her elbow out of his grasp but he held a steady grip. "If you don't fucking let me go you-"
"What a filthy mouth you have," he whispered, his eyes still tracing her lips and he watched, entranced, as she licked her lower lips.
"You didn't seem to care when I was sucking your dick," she crudely retorted. She pulled again and this time he let her go and she took a step back.
The blue in his eyes darkened until they were almost black, a lone finger outlined her full lower lip before tracing the top. "If you must be using your mouth you might as well do something useful with it."
"Pussy ass fu-" the string of expletives were shortened by his lips claiming hers. Her lips were still beneath his for a brief second before they yielded to him. She smirked even as an uneasy feeling grew inside her. Her mouth opened, inviting his tongue in….
"Move your body like a snake ma, like that,
Shake it 'till it wanna break ma, like that"
Darien watched with lust filled intention as Serena stripped for him. His gaze lowered to her rolling hips and up to her swaying breast. He groaned. Damn. He readjusted his crotch area and exhaled harshly as he tightened his hands around the arm of his seat.
A knock came on the door, one that went unheeded. His staff already knew not to disturb them when they were in here. There was a reason why the door always remained locked and why no one had any authority or the key for that matter to come in here other than them.
The room, which had been dubbed by Serena as their "kinky sex" room, was filled with various sex toys, a stripping pole, a California king sized bed with straps on each post of the bed. In direct opposition to the bed, was a huge mirror so the occupants on the bed could see themselves.
"Let your money maker jump now (like that)
Let me see you go low now (like that)"
Serena coyly batted her eyelashes as she caressed the metallic, gold painted pole. She swayed her hips erotically to the beat of R. Kelly; her eyes were line with Kohl and sparkling blue eye shadows were on her lids. She stared at her husband with seductive intent before she hopped on the pole.
She hung upside down, her legs spread wide as her hair touched the ground. Twirling for a second, she tightened her legs around the pole and emitted a moan that he usually world invoke from her in the throes of heady sex.
"Fuck," he whispered softly. She was taking off his shirt that she wore, her hips continuing to gyrate to the sexy lyrics. He had forgotten how good she was when it came to a pole; it was a downright shame that he hadn't been putting her acrobatic skill to more use.
Highly aroused, he shifted in his seat and adjusted his trousers once more. "You're more addictive than any drug," he rasped, his fingers itching to touching supple skin.
"Poppin' it like a string on a guitar
Superstar you know who you are"
She blinked, momentarily stopping, as a memory rose to the forefront of her mind without her permission.
"Where you goin' mama?"
Ivory turned around, her hands shaking as she held on to her purse strings. "no-no where ba---baby."
"Then why do you have your purse? You always take your purse when you go somewhere." demanded a 9 year old Serena. She eyed her mother warily, who looked pale. She sighed. She was going to get more "medicine."
On edge, her right started twitching. "I'm...just going to ah get um…a new cookbook baby." She stuttered, wanting to leave now. She needed more crack and not even drinking Vodka while mixing it with Jack Daniels sedated her urge for Crack.
"A cookbook?" Serena frowned, how many times has she heard that excurse before? She put her hands on her nonexistent hips, "you already bought one two days ago; we didn't even touch the book yet. You were too sick to remember?"
She flushed and shook her head no, irritated. "I got got to ta ah go babbby," she hastily reached the door, "Ji Jim is still here….he'll ta-take cccare of you."
Before Serena could issue a word, her mother had already left.
"Bring it up and let it roll now (like that)
I love the way you work your cocha (like that)"
She blinked away the unsuspecting tears and pushed the feelings of despair that that threatened to consume her down. Damnit! Had she known the movie had drug related issue in it she certainly wouldn't have watched it and would have told her idiot husband to take a fucking hike when he presented it to her.
She grinded low down to the floor, her ass in his direction. Switching to autopilot, she licked her lips, her head between her legs. Getting down on her knees, she crawled her way to the pole and crawled up the cool length. She's done this many times before that she didn't even feel the effort as she slid her body up. Taking one last twirl...another memory surfaced….
An 8 year old litter girl shook her prone mother awoke. "Mama? MAMA!" tears running unchecked down her face, she screamed for her to wake up again. Ivory was foaming at the corner of her mouth, and a powdery residue was under her nose which was red as if it were rubbed raw.
The older woman turned and awoke when she got a hard slap to the face. "Wa-what happened?" she slurred out. Her first instinct was to reach across from her and grabbed the more than half empty bottle of whiskey. Hardly even awake she brought it to her lips while sniffling.
"Hey baby," she rasped after putting the bottle back. "Where's Todd?"
Wiping at her eyes, glad to see her mom had woke up, she snuggled up next to her while pushing away the repugnant condoms, food wrappers and empty bottle away from her. "I I don't like him mama, he's weird."
"Nonsense." Ivory said, already feening for another hit.
"Are you feeling better?" Serena asked in a small voice, turning her face into her mother's naked chest and breathing in the scent of drugs, alcohol and sex that reeked from her. Smelled like home.
"I will as soon as I can get some "medicine"."
"Get down, get down
I love the way you put that thing on me, me no doubt."
Darien groaned as she gave him a lap dance, her derrière rubbing against his erection thus making him even harder. He grabbed hold of her hips, stopping her motion. He couldn't take any more torture. He moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. "Turned around," he rasped against her ear, his mouth moving against the sensitive shell.
She licked her lips and got off him only to sit astride him once more but this time facing him. She fought the feeling she had to go take a shower as his hand gripped her breast and his lips found refuge at the side of her neck.
"I need you to stay right here okay baby?"
Serena stood in a dark, dank room, shivering from cold. She hesitated to comply. "But mama?"
"No!" Ivory sharply replied as she started swaying from side to side and sniffling. "I I need to do something okay? I nneed some more medicine, badly."
Eyes huge, "I could come with you. It's scary and dark here, Mama. I wanna go home."
"You're 10 years old sweetie, you're a big girl right? Just stay here." Ivory demanded and scurried down a long hallway.
Scared at every shadow, she heard a cry and an evil sounding laughter, she jumped. Deciding not to stay, she followed the path she saw her mother take. She went down a long corridor, her arms around herself. Feeling lost and scared as helplessness begun taking over, tears welled up in her eyes. She was about to call it a day and pray someone found her until she heard a soft "please".
Mom! Serena breathed a sigh of relief; she had feared she may have gotten lost. Wiping at her eyes, she neared the door. It was slightly parted and she pushed it open more so she could see better.
"Please, please say your going to give me some…I need some…please!"
Trixie, no one knew her real name, shook her head at the old crack head ho. "Pathetic" she spat as she backhanded her just because she wanted to. Her current bedmate, Ming Lin, laughed as she snorted cocaine.
Serena watched wide eye as her mom's weak body fell to the floor with the force of the slap. She wanted to scream but she stayed there mute, shocked. She was rooted to the spot as her mom stayed on the floor while begging.
"…I have no money…do anything," she begged as she grabbed hold of Trixie's leg.
"Trix give that wash up slut something…she's fuckin' up my mood and my high,"
"Shut up!" she harshly told Ming Lin who quickly did so. Eyes narrowing, she walked away from the openly whimpering woman whose body was shaking like she was going through a seizer and picked up a small bag of crack. She walked back to her and waived it under her nose and when Ivory tired to reach it, she kicked out at her.
Ivory fell once more and with her pride gone, crawled up to her and begged.
She laughed, she loved when they begged.. "Do anything hmm?" she waited for her to nod and waited few more seconds to keep her in suspense. Opening the bag, she dipped her fingers and ran it up her pale thigh. "Get to lickin' kitty cat."
Serena begun shaking for no reason and watched as her mother eagerly lick up the woman's thigh that held the white powder on it and went higher, her face buried up the woman's crotch…
She moaned while arching her back off the bed as his hands wondered over her curves. She closed her eyes, her mind alert and far away from the situation at hand.
He kissed her mouth, his passion at a fevered pitch as his hand skimmed her thighs getting near her not really wet core. She stopped his hand, not wanting him to touch her there and realize how un-aroused she truly was.
"Fuck me," she breathed in a way that would make it seem to she couldn't wait to have him inside her and squirmed under him in supposed anticipation when all she really wanted was for him to get the fuck off her.
He grinned, "Patience is a virt-"
"Not today," she said sharply and her hand found his tumescence and started jacking him off.
Grunting, he stopped her and, "have it your way," He couldn't be blamed for no foreplay since he was more than willing. He positioned himself between her thighs, his mouth on her nipple as he thrust into her….
(27 days left)
"What the hell is that foul stench?" Serena bellowed after her heel hit the bottom of the floor and the scent of what smelled like rotten eggs and shit wafted up to her nose.
The three occupants in the room, each cleaning a separate corner, all looked at each other in fright. Not sure if they should answer the question or wait till she address one of them personally. If they answered without her addressing one, she give them a tongue lashing only a criminal deserved or if they didn't answer she fired them for insubordination and cussed them out in the process.
They were damned either way and silently they decided to wait until she signaled one out and hoped that was the right course.
"Am I talking to the fucking air?" she demanded when no one answered. "Is no one here? HELLO" She shouted.
"no no no," One said, a short, plump African woman whose English wasn't very good. "Cook…cooking," she struggled to say.
Serena resisted the urge she had to double over and retch. This was NOT the week for their damn cook to decide to experiment or whatever the hell she was doing. Eyes flashing a warning to the other two, she turned to head to the kitchen.
She pushed the kitchen door opened and the strong smell of whatever was being made hit her full on. The only thing that stopped her from throwing up was the anger that boiled up inside her. This was the second time their stupid cook made something that made Serena want to vomit.
"What fuck is this?" she demanded staring down into a tall pot that looked purple and full of what looked to be turnip.
Kate, the hired Chef, froze. "llllunch," she stuttered to say. She was usually the one who was feared since she ran the kitchen but when it came to Serena and her cold eyes, she could easily piss on herself in fear. "It's a a Russian recipe" She clarified and cringe because Kate knew she did wrong. Again.
"Russian?" she screamed, she looked into the pot again. "Do I look fucking Russian to you? Can't you make any American food?" she angrily pushed the pot on the floor and Kate jumped back as the content spilled on the floor with a loud bang. "Clean this shit up," she told the helpers in the kitchen, "and as for you, you're fired fucking ass bitch!"
"buuut ma'm"
"FIRED!" She yelled and turned around. She was tired of Kate making food from other counties to broaden their food palate. Did she think they gave a fuck about broadening the kind of food they ate? If she wanted Russian food, she would have gone to a Russian restaurant!
She wasn't asking for much. She just wanted the scent of the food that was made for her to eat not to make her want to throw up the contents of her stomach. She screamed. She felt like slapping the dumb bitch. She wanted normal food that she knew instead of shit that smelled like a skunk spray.
Darien slammed the phone down and groaned in annoyance. Serena was still in her alpha bitch mode and being "cruel" to the help. Their cook, rather their former cook, had just threatened to file a lawsuit against them for the treatment she received and to take it to the press.
After some cajoling that got him nowhere, Darien let her know she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to but she will never work in this business again if her name was in print in regards to them.
He sighed and laced his hands together in frustration and anger. Serena's been acting out even for her and he was getting tired of it. He knew her period was coming and this was her PMS days but he couldn't attribute it all to PMS since something's been off about her before then.
Ever since she came home drunk, she's been off balance. And then the cherry on top was last night. She faked her orgasm. A flash of embarrassment turned his cheeks red as he remembered the other night in his head.
Never before had he ever failed to bring a woman to orgasm but he just knew Serena hadn't. He didn't have sex with her practically every night and not know how she sounds when she is climaxing. Ego bruised, Darien refused to believe it was him.
It had to be whatever was making her "off" and he was going to get answers out of her. And he wouldn't settle for her excuse that she was PMSing and for him to leave her the fuck alone. He just hoped that whatever was making her act crazy wasn't serious.
Wright Household.
Mina Wright walked into the large dining room wearing an off white tank top with chino cut off. As she passed her husband, she leaned over and kissed his cheek while murmuring a 'good morning' and made her way to her chair across from his.
"Your late," he told her and he signaled for their servant to serve them their breakfast. "You know I have to get to work early today."
"Darien already beat you to it." She told him and rushed to explain why she was late since she knew he would have asked her how she knew Darien was at the office already. "My mother called and I talked to the children, they missed us."
He sipped his black coffee and forked some eggs into his mouth. After eating for a few more seconds, he looked up and glanced at her across the big table. "It doesn't look good for the kids being with your mother. They should be here with you."
It took all her strength she had to keep from rolling her eyes. "My parents want to see their grandkids, I will not deny them that right," she said firmly. They had already gone over this issue and had several blow ups regarding it. "If you had let me go with them, they would have been with me but you didn't think it looks right for your wife to be away from you so I had no choice but to send them to my parents with their nanny. Believe me I would have much rather gone with them."
He scoffed and ignored the jib that had been directed at him and knew when to let a sinking ship sink. They ate in silence for few tense minutes with neither saying anything before he tired to break it. "Have you gotten a dress yet?"
"Excuse me?"
"The company ball. It's a couple of weeks away and I've been telling you to get a dress for sometime now, did you?"
"Not yet. But I will."
"Min-"
"Malachite!" she said speaking loudly, and slamming her hands on the table. "When have I not gotten a dress?" she snapped, already annoyed with him and the day hadn't even really started yet. "Don't worry about when I do it just know that I will!"
He frowned, "what the hell has gotten into you?" he barked. He didn't for one minute like the changes his wife has been exhibiting lately. He knew it had something to do with this new "friend" she had. He didn't know much about this person but he knew she had to be at fault for his wife no longer being a dutiful, silent wife.
"I was just reminding you, love" he placated by trying to charm her but the hard lines on her face didn't go away nor did her lips curl into a smile.
"Don't," she said harshly and went back to eating, ignoring any attempts he made at small talk.
After breakfast, Malachite got up and without saying a word went to go get his briefcase to leave. He didn't bother calling out bye to his wife nor give any indication he was leaving. As he walked towards the door, he made a mental note to find out exactly who this "friend" was and get rid of her. She was corrupting his wife and he was not going to tolerate Mina's insolence.
"Mal!" she called after him, lightly jogging to him. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?"
Still smarting from earlier, he jiggled his keys in his pocket. "You didn't seem too open to me earlier so I didn't see the point in trying,"
Guilt plagued her and she looked down. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you that way. I'm just in a mood," she looked up and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Forgive me?"
"See that it doesn't happen again."
"It wont."
He nodded, "all is forgotten." He smiled and kissed her. He was just getting into the kiss when a hard banging on the door brought him out of it. "What the hell?" Who could be banging on his door, and without manners, so early in the morning?
Mina went to go unlock the door and waived away her butler who would have opened the door. "Serena!" she gasped in surprised and open the door wider to a woman that could have very easily had been her twin.
"Hiya!" Serena said grinning and showing her what she had in her hand. It was a bottle of scotch. She stepped in and her eyes landed on the sole man in the room.
Mina gulped realizing the jig was up. Mal would now know. She looked her up and down and wished she had worn something more decent instead of the shortest short she's ever seen in her life and a tub top that barely covered her breast.
Clearing her throat, "Mal this is um…this is-"
"Mrs. Shield," Malachite said shocked, his eyes going from his wife to the skimpily dressed woman. Color touched his cheeks when he couldn't help going over her body she chose to expose. "I wasn't aware you were the friend my wife was spending time with," he took her hand and kissed the back.
"ick," Serena said with disdain and pulled her hand away, "and now that you know?" she asked frostily. She had no love for Malachite, he put Mina through shit and then had her feel bad about it.
His ire up, he smiled frigidly. "Nothing. I just wish my wife would have told me," he was tight lipped and he sent Mina a look that said "you're in trouble."
Serena's laugh was forced and fill of faux cheerfulness, today wasn't the day to fuck with her. "Well it's a good thing you're not a philandering, control freak son of a bitch that would forbid your wife from befriending me right Mal?"
Going pale, he eyed his wife and back to the wife of his boss and close friend. How much did his wife tell her? "What big words for a trailer tra-from someone who supposedly has no formal education," he corrected himself.
"You really want to go there? With your boss's wife? Because I'll take it to you, you fu-"
"Hey HEY!" Mina yelled stepping between them with her heart beating a mile a minute. She placed her hand over her heart and stared into her husband's unforgiving eyes.
"Min-"
"C'mon Min," Serena grabbed Mina's hand, effectively cutting off what her husband may have said to her. She turned her head, looking him in the eyes and daring him to say or do something.
Mina's footsteps dragged behind the determined blonde who had a death grip on her hand and she caught her husband's cold stare and mouthed "I'm sorry" even as she feared the worse.
Mina wailed sadly after she finished telling Serena that Malachite would not be happy with her when he came home. Especially now that he knew that they were friends and that Serena knew their personal business.
"Oh please!" Serena rolled her eyes, "That muthafucker better be glad you stepped between us because I would have whupped his ass!" She was still seething with anger over what he almost said and was so very close to calling Darien and telling him what his "number 1" said. And then after he was fired, she'd come back to finish what he so stupidly started.
The only reason why she didn't call Darien was because of Mina and how she practically hyperventilated when she took out her cell phone and threatened to do exactly what her gut instinct told her to do.
"You wouldn't really would you?" Mina asked her, "Fight my husband?" the idea of a woman, who was the weaker sex, fighting a man baffled her. She didn't doubt her Serena could fight but she was so small and Malachite was not.
Taking a healthy swallow of the opened bottle of scotch she brought, she put it down on the patio table. "Hell yes I would have. No man is going to disrespect me and live to tell about it."
Mina gaped and a shiver went through. If she didn't know any better, she would have believed it. Wanting to change the subject and not think of her husband, she looked at Serena. "What brings you to my house?"
Serena shrugged. She wanted to be around a familiar face instead of being stuck at home with all her chaotic feelings and the $70 million she "owed". "Thought I would come over to my friend's house and share a bottle of scotch with her." She raised the bottle for emphasis. It went unsaid that Mina had yet to touch it nor that Serena was practically inhaling the contents.
Mina looked at the strong liquor and shook her head no. "I don't drink hard liquor." t
Serena shook her head, "prissy!" Even Amy would drink some booze which had surprised her because she had been able to handle it when they had played a drinking game once.
Mina laughed, "Perhaps," she agreed. The smile slipped off her face and she frowned. "What am I going to do about Mal?"
"Fuck him!" she drank some more, "he's a bastard. Forget him and go find yourself a stud who won't cheat!"
"Every man cheats," Mina said sadly, "my dad always cheated on my mom." She sighed and fiddled with her hands. "I asked my mom once why she stayed and she said it was a woman job was. And all we could do was endure with grace and class."
Serena sucked her teeth loudly and rolled her eyes. "Endure with grace and class", she mocked while twisting her lips around the words like it left a nasty taste in her mouth. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. Just because your mom was a dumb bitch to suffer through your dad's infidelity means you have to too?"
"I take offense to that," the other woman told her, her cheeks red. "My mom is not a "dumb bitch" as you eloquently put it. Sometimes one must sacrifice themselves for the greater good."
Serena laughed, sharply and fake. "You're kidding me right? You are painting her as some kind of martyr!"
"Well she is!" Mina argued back. "To take what she did, what I am taking right now, is akin to martyrdom."
"Bullshit!" Serena stood up and stood right in front of Mina and to her surprise the other woman didn't cower away. "You choose to take it! Just like your mother chose to take her husband fucking anything that walks! That's not martyrdom Mina...that's sickness and stupidity."
Annoyed and getting angry herself, she scrambled to her and they stood toe to toe, blue eyes shooting angry sparks at the other. "You think so? You don't know the pain we go through of knowing that you're not enough," she choked on her words, "wondering if there was something we did that had them straying…something we didn't do."
"That's nothing sweetheart," she snidely told her. "You can leave anytime you want to or put a stop to it…you have a choice. You just choose not to do something about it. There's worse thing out there than your husband cheating on you."
Serena turned her head, breaking eye contract first so she wouldn't see the tears that shinned in her eyes. Why couldn't she leave the memories of her childhood alone? For years she had them locked in a tight box in her mind and now? Now they plaque her and drowned her in her childhood misery.
Sensing a change in the atmosphere, Mina stilled. "Like what?" she asked softly. She could hear the pain in her voice and she knew Serena didn't realize that everything about her in that moment spoke of a secret pain.
"Nothing," her voice hardened and so did her body. "If I learned anything in this world Mina its that you don't have to be like your mother."
Sensing an underlying message in her voice, Mina turned to look at her. "Are you okay?" she asked, her anger gone in the wake of her obvious pain. "You can talk to me."
Serena sat back and put her face in her hands and concentrated on her breathing. She felt like shit and her head was hurting like a mofo. What is it with these silver spoon babies that always wanted to talk? "Thanks," she said finally looking up "but I would rather not."
"Oh," she whispered in a small voice. Mina couldn't help but feel that Serena didn't trust her and she wanted her too. She thought they came a long way together despite the fact they've only known each for only a couple of days now.
Not wanting a long silence between them because then she would be forced to think of her situation and how horrid it was. "Do you remember that song?" she begun, "Before He Cheats?"
"By um the woman who won American Idol a couple of years back?"
She nodded. "Carrie Underwood."
"Briefly. Wasn't really my style and I didn't think it was your style either. Like country?" Mina asked surprised.
"Hell yeah I do when they are talking about fucking a man over if he cheats on you." Serena laid back down, her head woozy. She shouldn't have drunk all that alcohol. Oh well. "When Endymion and I first got married, I burned a cd with a naked picture of me on it to his briefcase."
"That's…sweet?" Mina answered slightly uncomfortable with the turn the conversation took. She couldn't imagine doing such a thing or being so bold.
"Endy thought it was some kind of porn or something, he was wrong. It was Before He Cheats. I wanted him to know that I under no circumstances will accept infidelity and if he should be stupid enough to fuck the wrong pussy, I will screw him over and not in a way he likes."
Mina gaped in surprise while hiding her cringe at the vulgarity of her language, "and what did he do?" She knew if she had done something like that to Mal, he would have chewed her out and told her to mind her place.
"Nothing! He told me he would have to find a similar song meant for me." She laughed in remembrance which only made her head throb more.
Brows bunched together at Darien's response, Mina couldn't help the envy that stabbed at her. "So you don't plan on cheating?" She was shocked to see how obdurately Serena was against cheating. If anything she would have thought Serena would have been the first one to cheat. She was just so sexual that she oozed it from her pores.
"No." she opened her eyes and looked Mina in the eyes so she could see the truth in her eyes. She chewed her bottom lip, hesitated to say what was on the tip of her tongue.
After a moment of silence, she softly said. "My mom was a whore and every once in a while she would bring home a decent guy. A guy who would have married her despite all of her faults and drama but she screwed it up because she strayed." Her contempt and resentment for her mother showed through her words and the way her body tensed up at just mentioning her past. "That won't be me. I refuse to let that be me."
Touched that she reveled that much to her, Mina's heart hurt for the little girl that was still damage inside a grown woman's body. Maybe she was starting to trust her….. Knowing Serena wouldn't want no great display of emotion nor want to talk about it anymore, she changed the subject. "What should I do about Malachite?"
Grateful that she changed the subject, "besides divorcing him you mean?"
"Yes. I know you think I'm a "dumb bitch" and probably a coward but I I I love my husband. We were—are—good together and he's-"
"He's what?" she snarled "really good to you?" Serena shook her head disgusted. "They all say that bullshit."
"Yes, he is." Mina said defiantly, raising her eyes to meet her eyes. "You don't understand," she sighed, "We have two kids together and he's amazing with the kids and when he wants to he's amazing to me and I don't want to give that up."
"But he's cheating on you!" she reasoned, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Affronted, "just because you could leave Darien if he cheated on you doesn't mean I can. I can't." She quietly looked down and sighed deeply, "I can't." She said softly. The words "to endure with grace and class" singed through her head and she resigned herself to her fate.
Serena groaned, "You really want to stay with that loser? After all he's done to you?"
She nodded, "please don't call him my husband a loser." She didn't say anything else until Serena gave her a half nod. "Now tell me what I should do about him?"
Not wanting to say anything, she closed her eyes the sun hurting them. "Fuck him so good that he wouldn't remember another woman even if she showed up in your bedroom naked while he lay inside of you."
A blush quickly spread across her face and she bit her lip and shook her head no, "I can't."
She opened her eyes; that wasn't the answer she had been expecting to get from her. "Why not?"
She blushed, "I can't—I can't" she blushed deeper to be discussing this with Serena. "I mean…I couldn't bring myself to continue to make love with him. The few times I did I keep thinking of the women he's been with and where his mouth and hands has been…."
"Mina!!" She swung to her feet and swooned back to the chair. "Sit down," she told Mina who would have come to her, "just drunk way too much…would you believe that's my second bottle this morning?"
Worried, "drinking that much isn't good…drinking isn't good period….Did you drive here?"
Serena nodded and winced as it caused her head to throb.
"Serena!" Mina exclaimed. "You could have killed someone or yourself because of your reckless behavior."
"But I didn't," she pointed.
"Yet!" Mina shook her head and folded her arms under her chest. "You can risk your life all your want Serena Shield but you don't have the right to risk someone else's life and that is exactly what you are doing when you drive drunk. My kids could have been on that street!"
Serena didn't say anything more because she was right. Wanting the attention off of her, "you do realize he was screwing other women before you right? So even if he wasn't cheating on you, his hands, mouth and whatever else still had been other places."
Mina frowned. "I know but that was before I entered the picture now I'm in the picture and he's…." She sighed. "He didn't always cheat, you know? I wonder what I could have don-"
"Nothing!" Serena interjected. "He's an ass and is undeserving of you and I still say you should find someone else. Fuck him. You can find men anywhere and all sorts of men at that. Hell, I'll help you find one! Between the two of us, you'll get a grade A hunk of beef cake."
Mina chuckled and smiled her answer. She had no intention of leaving her husband. "Have you found a dress yet?"
Serena head was pounding way too hard for her to steer the conversation back to where it was. She'd let her go change the subject…for now. "Yeah but I want to do some more shopping..."
"Maybe, if you want, we could go shopping together sometime."
"Sounds good" Serena's stomach grumbled and she then remember she hadn't eaten anything. Thanks to that bitch Kate. "Any food? Normal food?"
"Um yes but all food is normal."
"Bitch please! You should have seen this shit my cook was making...had to fire her ass…"
A succession of quick knocks came on the door before it was opened. "Got a min Dare?"
Darien looked up and nodded, "Sure. What's up?" He had a feeling it wasn't going to be good if the pensive look on the other man's face was anything to go by.
Sitting down, he crossed his legs and got straight to the point. "Your wife and mine are "friends'", he said with disgust.
At first he was speechless as the words settled in his brain. "Serena, my wife, has been hanging out with Mina, your wife?" he asked just to be sure. He couldn't imagine any two people more different than those two.
He scowled," Yes. She came over this morning in all her...glory."
Darien frowned and he could to easily imagine what Mal meant by "all her glory." He folded his hands together, "not happy by this are you buddy?" he smirked.
Malachite flipped him the bird. He was more than not happy about this. "You're wife is going...has already…ruined mine!"
Darien chuckled and couldn't even muster a smidge of remorse for him. "Let's hope the same can be said for the effect Mina is having for Serena," though he doubted it. Serena still acted the same but he had optimism that eventually her being around someone who had such class and elegance would begun to rub off on her.
The other man barely held back his growl and shoved his hand through his long hair. "Mina has been…" he searched for the word that would clearly described how his wife been acting out lately. "Difficult."
"Any woman would be a little difficult if she knew her husband was having several affairs all year long."
He stiffened at the dig and turned cold pale blue eyes on his employer. "Mina doesn't know," he said softly, willing himself to believe it. Serena did call him a philander…where else could she have gotten it from? Rumors, he decided.
He raised a dark eyebrow, "are you sure about that?" He stood up and went to go get a water bottle, "want one?"
Long pale hair moved as he shook his head no. "She couldn't know…I'm very discreet."
He twisted the cap open and drink from it. He didn't readily answer, leaving the absurdity of his reply to hang between them. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, he twisted the cap back on before leveling the other man with a "no bull shit" stare.
"Do you honestly believe that or are you living in denial? Either way, you better believe she knows your screwing other women."
He flinched and sighed. "I should stop…I know." But truthfully, he didn't like the idea of only sleeping with one woman till death do they part. It all seemed awfully boring and he didn't know how Darien did it but then again not every one was married to Serena.
"You've been saying that for months now," Darien pointed out dryly. He had no tolerance for fools and when it came to this, Malachite was a straight up fool. "Anyway," he said changing the subject, "I'm not going to be in two days from now. I have to do this thing for my mom."
"All day?"
He shook his head, no. "Supposed to do something with Serena." He really had no plans with her but he figured that day they could do something together to be caught on camera. They did have an image to uphold and it's been awhile since the two of them been out publicly while acting like a happy newlywed.
Across town
"What do you want Raye?" Amy asked as she sat across from her ex fiancée's sister.
Raye smiled and didn't let Amy's unhappy mood cloud hers. "I'm glad you finally agreed to brunch with me after asking you several times," she chided gently.
Amy rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed by her ill manner. "It's not that I didn't want to come but…you remind me so much of Darien."
Sympathy softened her eyes and she covered the other woman's stiff hand with her own and squeezed. "Do not worry dear friend," she smiled assuring, "you and Darien will be together soon enough."
She gave her a quizzical look, her heart jumping at the thought. "Why do you say that?" hope shined through her voice and she leaned forward earnestly.
"Call it sister's intuition," Amy's face fell. "Hey! Don't doubt it," Raye said slightly offended. "I know these things and I feel it in my bones that you and Darien will be back together very soon." She skimmed the menu before putting it down, she knew what she wanted. "Darien misses you,"
"No, he doesn't. He probably hasn't even thought a second about me and the dreams we had that he tossed aside for Serena."
"He thinks about you...believe me." She wouldn't let him forget Amy anymore than she'd stop badgering him about his lousy wife. "She is the worst mistake he ever made and fortunately for him I'll be correcting it and I already have a plan in motion." She grinned.
"A plan?"
"Yes, a plan and I'm hoping you'll cooperate."
Amy bit her bottom lip, unsure. "Exactly what kind of plan?" She wanted him back but she didn't want to do anything illegal to get him and from the grin on Raye's face she had a feeling she'd be breaking something kind of rule.
"One that forces his hand and he has no choice but to admit his mistake." She smiled, confident in her plan, "and once that happens everything will go back to normal." She signaled for the waiter to come, "game?"
"It will get me Darien? You're serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"Okay," she said hesitantly, "I'm game."
Thank you all for reading. Can you see the plot? Yeah, it's about to come to a head next chapter...