Chapter 155: Potential Demon Sitch
"PLEASE MEET MY DATE, ELEANOR DE LA RUE...." HE INTRODUCED ME. I smiled at him and he smiled back before I turned to Izzy and extended my hand for a shake.
"Eleanor, this is Israella Fahmy Mohammed...a friend of mine...." he continued.
The recognition in her face was very palpable as she threw a venomous stare in my direction. All of a sudden, she smiled at me and opened her hands for a hug instead.
"I know who she is, the goddess on earth...." she chuckled concealing her true intention behind her smile "Finally great to meet you....."
"The pleasure is all mine...." I immediately broke the hug after I felt her sharp nail slide down my back as though a sharp knife. I noticed the fake smile on her face before she suddenly turned her attention back to him.
"How have you been, Abby. I haven't seen you in forever...." My eyes immediately widened after I picked up on the name Abby. What??? I saw her cajole her hand, caressing his arm in what seemed to be a very seductive way. "Have you been hiding in your office again all day???"
"I've...been....busy....Yeah....." He replied, loosening his arm so that hers falls off on its own. His next act was what surprised me. He moved close to me and tightened the grip around my waist making me jerk as I didn't expect that. In a reflex, my arms found themselves on his neck and am sure what this must've looked like to her. We were together.
"Ooh....I see that...." was all she said and fixed her composure, standing up straight. I dared to look at her and didn't miss the acid stare the kept securely for me waiting on her facial expression. If looks could kill, just about now my funeral would be announced to the entire world! Eleanor DeLaRue, dead by the stare of Israella Fahmy Mohammed.
"I knew you'd be here so I tried to make myself available only now I know it was a miscalculation on my part ..." she blinked a tear. "I didn't know my spot would be..... occupied...." she smiled as she looked at me. She threw yet another stare at me that was as clear as the sun if translated to words would mean 'You're in my turf! Can't wait till you're out of the picture'
"Haha....Abby....you didn't tell me Izzy has a good sense of humour..." I laughed leaning my head on his shoulder and constantly slapping his chest while I did it. Izzy joined in barking a humourless laugh.
"Well it was nice to meet you miss Israella...." I said at the end of the false moment we just had.
"Likewise....." she smiled back. "Uh....we have this....Fight-girl-stoplight-party at my basement. My friend's getting married so..."
"A bachelorette party...??" I asked.
"Precisely..." she smiled as though she just found the right weapon to bring me down. "I'd love for you to come. Along with a killer outfit, a new friend is a must bring...."
"I...uh ..don't think she can...." Ambrose immediately jumped in and looked down at me. "She...she's shooting a movie is very busy...."
"I'll make time...." I jumped in and the frown on her face turned into a smile. "I know am busy but when she asks nicely like that, how can I say no?" I looked at him and broke our contact, turning to Izzy.
"I'll make time...." I held her hand.
"Thank you...." she smiled.
We stood there for what seemed forever, in the silence that occupied us although the entire room was noisy with people talking again and again.
"So...uh... remember the drink you wanted to fetch me? Now might be a very good time for it ..." I smiled at him and he nodded.
"It was nice to meet you again, Izzy...." Ambrose waved but she surprised him by quickly grabbing his hand.
"Don't forget to call me. You know I'll always be here for you....." she said almost inaudibly but I still managed to get the words as they escaped her lips.
"Will do...." he took his hand from her and led me to the bar.
"Not your ordinary Romeo and Rosaline story....." I began.
"Oh please, don't even start with me on that one. Imagine she called me Abby...." he joined in and we laughed together.
"I must admit that took me aback too...what are you guys, girl scouts???"
"Exactly my question. Just because I called her Izzy she said we should match names and she tried to find an abbreviated form of mine ..."
"I get that. But Abby???" I shrugged taking a sip of my wine.
"Story of my life....." he gurgled down his glass and asked for another.
"So.....you and her.....???" I asked, carefully taking my steps not sure if it's something he'd want to talk about or not.
"Her father has always had this thought in his mind that we'd be good together and it's help expand our businesses. I don't blame her for how she acts...."
"...because daddy instigated it all...."
"Yep. Despite my efforts to turn them down....it just never comes round...."
"So that's why you brought me here????"
"Oh No...." he quickly denied it. "I just thought....we never got to finish our talk last time.....and ..."
"This was your idea of asking me out on a date...."
"Forgive my lucky faith but it's not like I could just walk to you and ask 'Eleanor, would you go on a date with me?' that's weird and besides, am your state's agent..."
"How's that different from you asking me to be your escort tonight??"
"This...seems....more appropriate and professional...."
"We certainly define those words differently....." I laughed and drank more of my wine.
"I guess we really do...." he added. "Plus....you're with Adam. I can't beat that....he's a man of high caliber, a whole firearm of an artist who can draw the plan of his very own mansion...."
"Please No..." I coughed a laugh. "Let's just do what we're here for...No Adam Talk"
"Very well ....." he laughed with me. "So...friends???"
I went silent for a moment before I replied contemplating on how to respond to that.
"Friends..." I smiled and held out my glass, ready to make a toast. He smiled and clashed his glass against mine before we both said Friends and drank from our glasses.
"By the way, I found very good landscapes to suit your preference and am sure they'll fit in the picture of a house you're looking for. Tell me when you want to have a look...."
"No problem..." I placed my hand on his and rubbed my thumb against it before placing my glass down and looking Into the audience.
"Who's next on your list of 'women to be dammed???'" I asked, fixing my shawl and looking at him. It took a moment for him to get what I was getting at and the moment he did, he smiled and looked at a beautiful blonde that was busy sipping her champagne from a straw.
"Shelby County...."
"Let's Go!"
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The moment I got home, I wasted no time telling Lauren about the juicy treats of the night. That category was perfectly reserved for later. I had something hot we had to talk about.
"Look at her....." I showed Lauren the picture and the look on her face was busted.
"This is her???"
"Yes...she's the chick that after Ambrose's heart...." I added showing her the picture.
She was beautiful. A rare gem. She had a heart shaped face with full red lips coated in devil-red lipstick. Her dark blue eyes were almost too big for her face, fringed with dark eyelashes. The wing eyeliner added more glamour to the look and damn she looked like Cleo De Nile. A pure egytian princess. Her eyebrows took after her hair and were a dark shade of blond. Several shades darker than her hair of which most of the soft waiving locs cascaded down her back while some spilled over her shoulder and curled around her breast.
"But why do you care if she likes him? How's that your business???" Lauren asked and immediately I found my lips pinned to eachother with no reply.
"Anyway...am gonna go to the fight-girl-stoplight-party tonight...." I said opening my wardrobe and looking for what I'll wear.
"Why??"
"Because of reasons....known to myself and which am planning to keep within the contained and sealed Walls of my heart...." I blinked as I slid a babywipe across my face, to remove my highlighter.
"What's the theme of this party again???"
"Oh...." I replied happily. "Everyone dresses up as a stoplight they identify with. Wearing red means 'back off I am booed up' yellow means am FWBs with that guy but still heck available....maybe I should wear that....." I gasped and looked at her.
Obviously she rolled her eyes.
"And green???" She asked.
"Green means Go....straight into my pants..." I added the last part tapping onto my stomach.
"Ooh...that's...direct
"You know....I don't need supernatural powers to tell that you're falling for this man....." Lauren started the talk as she brushed my hair after removing my hair ribbon.
"Excuse me???" I wired up defensively and got off the chair stealing my hairbrush back.
"It's obviously obvious. You're always staring at him like you're on a hunger strike and he's a human size cheese puff..." My eyes widened.
"What?? That's not true why would you even say that??"
"Because I see it...."
"You know what. Enough of Ambrose....there's a potential demon sitch to handle...." I changed the story back to Izzy by showing Lauren her picture. "Prepare for exorcism. The demon apple doesn't fall far from the tree..."