80- Masquerade Ball - Part 3

Isabella

It doesn’t take a fucking genius to know just how quickly I was trying to flee from the ballroom. The sight of those two bitches attempting to cling to my men was enough to throw me for a loop and the way my stomach clenched at the sight of them was enough to make me flee too.

Spotting the ladies room, I’m quick to barge in like a bat out of hell not caring if someone was in there or not. The bathroom giving off an air of sophistication without even trying. Thankfully though, no one else was currently inside the bathroom when I entered, allowing me the privacy that I so desperately needed in order to calm myself down. Spotting an empty stall I move to enter it before locking it carefully behind me not wanting someone to see me should they enter.

Hot salty tears now threatening to spill all down and along my face even as I attempt to will them all away. Attempting to tell myself that they weren’t like other men even as I yank off my lace mask. The need to just cry rising the longer I sat isolated from them. My chest throbbing. Ice creeping into my lungs at all the different scenarios that now played within my head.

Focusing on fixing my emotions first before returning back to the dance floor I’m suddenly made aware of a small audience now taking place within the small yet spacious bathroom. Rage stirring deep within me at what I was hearing, especially when loud drunken nasally sounds could be heard clear as day as I now stood there listening. 

“OMG! Like, did you see him? He’s so super hot” swoons one of the women within the bathroom who I can only assume is to someone else who was with her.

“Did I see him? Honey, how could I not see him? Especially with him and that little slut he had with him. Talk about please. Like, who does she think she is anyways?” answers another.

Arching my eye over my damp moist tears, I decide it’s way better to eavesdrop suddenly than it was to move away from my spot within the bathroom stall, curious as to what they would say next.

“Who cares who she is. All I care about is why she was with MY fiance” snaps the last and final voice of the group.

Her fiance? Please. They're all mine. My father made sure of that when striking the deal with Lucus’s family, come a strand of unruly thoughts only to be drawn back towards the small group of women.

“So.. is it like Official then? Did he propose to you?”

“Not yet. But daddy basically said it was a done deal. He said that he would make sure of it. That he planned to make him sign it in the papers later tonight, including the marriage arrangement between our families.”

Mentally scoffing at her words, the only thing that comes to my mind was who would be the sad sucker to be stuck with her should they ever marry her. For obviously the girl was crazy and not to mention a total bitch as she continued spouting nonsense to other people.

“OMG. Then we definitely have to go dress shopping for you. Maybe this weekend?” squeals another girl, my eyes mentally rolling at the thought. Please.

“Indeed. But for now, let’s toast. Here’s to future Mrs. Lucus Damon O’Donnell D’Amico and to our happy future lives” purrs the women from earlier, my eyes now widening at who she just mentioned in front of me.

Oh HELL NO! She’ll never be a Mrs. Anything if I was concerned. Lucus was mine. All mine. Just like Grant, Alex and Tony. They were completely hands off.

Feeling my rage begin to boil, I continue to listen to them chatter amongst themselves, deciding on when I would finally make my move and appear before them before laying it straight into them that nobody touched what was mine, ever.

“Well you can have Lucus. I want Grant. He’s so fine that nothing can compare to him by a mile” coos one of the women from earlier.

“Who cares about Grant. I want Alex. Because word on the street is that he can fuck you for hours at a time and never get tired” coos a third women’s voice.

“What about the bitch then? The one who came in with them?”

Yeah, what about the bitch? I wondered, curious as to what their answer would be when they first entered the bathroom as I had a slight hunch that when they first spoke about Fiancés and a woman that it was clearly about me that they were concerned with.

“Forget about her. She’s no match for us. I mean just look at her versus us. As long as we continue to keep their focus on us then we’ll be the ones leaving with them and NOT her” chuckles the other women who I’ve now dubbed as bimbo barbie.

Fuming at everything that I was hearing, I finally move to stand up from my spot in the bathroom stall before moving to slam it wide open, the door startling them as I move to approach the sink slowly, my eyes avoiding them for the time being.

Now glancing at them through the spacious mirror I try to keep myself composed. My eyes taking in the skinny little bitches who were dressed in overly provocative dresses. Dresses that clearly screamed STD. Women who were clearly trying to stake claim into each of my men.

Scoffing to myself, I’m clearly unimpressed by their looks as I move to focus on their hair and makeup. Makeup that clearly looked a little too heavy for each of their faces, faces that clearly showed they had some serious work done to them as well as their bodies made me shiver at the thought. Ugh, gross.

Holding my focus on them a little while longer I eventually notice that 2 of the 3 women were actually from earlier. The same two who attempted to crawl into the laps of my men, Lucus and Grant’s lap to be more correct.

“YOU!” screams the blonde barbie, apparently recovering first from my quick appearance into the room.

Attempting to ignore her, I continue to study each of them knowing I was no match for them as it would be 3 against 1 and deciding on being the bigger person of the bunch I decide to leave instead only for her and her posse to flank me, blocking my one and only exit from the room.

Frowning, I move to speak up, “Let me pass.” Hoping to sound pleasant I attempt to leave again, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with such bullshit only to be stopped yet again.

“Uh, I think not. You're the little bitch who was all over OUR men” sneers bimbo barbie, emphasizing “OURs” like they truly believed they did which causes me to scoff in their direction.

“Please” I say, attempting to now side step them. “I’m just trying to leave here that’s all.”

Narrowing her eyes, she slowly attempts to approach me. My body moving to step backwards only to stumble on the length of the dress and my heels. The blonde bimbo creeping ever so slowly in my direction like a lioness would when hunting for her next meal.

“Listen here and listen good you little bitch. Lucus D’Amico is mine. MINE you hear me. And I’ll be damned if I let some two bit whore like you anywhere near him” growls the bimbo as she moves to lean up close to me. Her breath smelling of champagne and something else, making me want to gag while my skin crawled and my bones burned with rage. A sudden need to defend me and my men rising with a glare as I move to speak up next.

“FUCK YOU.”