2. Sette #5
Zara shrugged. “She’s got rizz, yo.”
“A what, now?”
Zara waved toward the takeout that she had delivered, including more beer leftover from the other day.
Sette wasn’t hungry, but she could definitely use a beer.
After all, despite her having no desire to go out with Miquela again anytime soon, there was something about watching the woman you just rolled in the hay with immediately start flirting with other people.
Sette couldn’t relate. To Miquela’s position, anyway.
To most around there, three rich women standing around drinking craft brew on a ten-million-dollar yacht and talking about the beautiful women of the city was completely normal.
Sette did not often partake in these sorts of get-togethers, organic or planned.
Whether it was a lack of company (her preference) or no drive to have “girl talk,” Sette had eschewed most of this kind of socialization.
Today, however, she found the company worthy of her time, if only because Miquela was more her, less Zara.
That and having a good love life for the first time in a long time made her more open to such discussions, too.
“Found yourself a new Mrs. America yet?” Zara asked after polishing off her beer. “There are a lot of prime candidates around here. You’ve got your old money daughters and widows and divorcees… if you like cougars.”
“Don’t do that to her.” Sette laughed. “Although she seems the type to take care of herself.”
“Or, you know,” Zara continued, “you can find yourself a lovely little lady who is all ass and sass. Those are fun.” Her grin was so dumb that Sette couldn’t help but keep laughing.
“I’ve found a woman worth dating,” Miquela said, while also accepting a second beer. “I think I might even be in love. I just got back from a trip to Monaco with her a few days ago.”
“Whoa, that was fast. I was only half serious.” Zara handed her another bottle and offered Sette another as well. She declined. “That’s faster than Sette here. We’ve been trying to get her hitched for a decade now.”
Sette rolled her eyes. “Some things take time. I’d rather wait and find the perfect woman than waste my time chasing terrible ones. Unlike you.” She refused eye contact with Miquela when she said that. She didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about their date.
“I’m not looking to settle down anytime soon,” Zara said. “Not like our new friend here. Already falling in love and shit!”
“Sometimes you have to move halfway across the world to find the right woman.”
“Or you can stay in your own neighborhood.”
Both women exchanged a leveled gaze.
What’s this all about?
For some reason, a little warning bell went off in Sette’s head.
“Yahoo! Zara!”
That feminine trill could’ve only been Toya or Tanya or whoever the hell she was.
Zara rushed to the other side of the boat and doted on the pair of women clacking in pumps and grinning through fake tans and department store sunglasses.
Their bulbous fake tits were so frozen to their chests that not even seeing them bulge from black tube tops could make Sette do anything but shake her head.
Miquela also did not look thoroughly impressed.
At least she has taste. Unlike this one.
Sette couldn’t wait to hear more stories later.
“Look, the girls are neglected!” Zara sat between them, helping Toya and Tanya to cuddle up together while their ridiculous pumps moved like blades through the air.
Dr. Christie had half a mind to quip that they were destroying their hips wearing those things, but was a thorough hypocrite.
On my walk of shame, no less. “Now, ladies, the rest of us are on our second round of beers and liable to open our wallets at any moment.”
Sette rolled her eyes. Miquela took another swig of beer and set the bottle down.
“Unfortunately, I must be going now,” she said the moment Zara had an available ear again.
“I’m meeting someone about my boat.” She shook both women’s hands once more.
“See you two around. Thanks for the beers and the company.” She swung a leg over the side and descended the ladder without another look at Sette.
“What an accent,” one of the young women said. “Why don’t you have an accent like that, Zara?”
“I swear I’ve seen her before,” said the other. “Oh, thank you!” She took a shot of vodka like it was nothing.
Sette was already coming up with excuses to leave. She couldn’t tell Zara that she had a girlfriend because, well, Zara would call bullshit, and that would start a fight again.
“I remember now!” Toya held up her bedazzled phone between two garishly long nails. “Her photos were on The Celeb Docket today!”
“Oh my God, the Monaco girl!”
“What’s that now?” Zara asked.
Toya handed her the phone. “That girl’s famous! Ha!”
Zara had to double-take at the picture. “Oh, my God.” Her mouth dropped. “Uh, Sette…”
Something about her tone told Sette to stay far away. Yet she went over, not expecting to see a single scandalous thing.
Like photos of Miquela and June walking down a sunny Mediterranean street together.
Sette’s brain tore in two.
On one side was the logical, rational, doctoral side.
Look at that. June Kingsley, one of the most expensive and celebrated courtesans in the nation, being seen on a date with another woman.
That smile and relaxed demeanor she courted were probably fake.
Miquela obviously had a lot of money too…
no surprise she was out on a date with her.
She could afford whatever amount Monique threw at her to have such an honor.
Lucky woman, really. Kinda weird that they were both fucking the same woman.
In caveman times, Sette would have grounds to at least deck the Monegasque princess of good looks…
Then there was the irrational, highly emotional, artistic side.
This was the one that grew as red as a field of beets and nearly threw the phone into the marina.
The bitch! They had shared drinks! They had gone on a date! They had fucked all night! What the hell!
It dawned on her.
If Miquela was out on a date with June right after going on a date with Sette…
She was the other potential patron!
Sette stared into the water, horrified, trying to tell herself that it wasn’t a big deal. She was bound to know who the other woman was at some point or another. Right?
That bitch…
“Oh, boy.” Zara’s voice was not welcome right now, yet it persisted. “You’re famous too, Sette.”
She was brazen enough to look down at the woman’s phone again. Sure enough, there she and June were, walking down the city streets in the same pose that June had been seen in with Miquela. Holding hands. Looking comfortable. Laughing at corny jokes. The perfect girlfriend.
Sette only caught the headline at first.
“Mystery Woman Seen with Two Different Billionaire Baddies in One Week.”
Sette didn’t know if she would call herself a billionaire or a baddie. Miquela was definitely both. No fucking wonder June wasn’t in a hurry to declare Sette the winner of the race for her heart and body. No wonder, when her competition was Miquela Fucking Bolivar of Monaco.
This couldn’t get worse.
“Whoa!” Toya exclaimed, kicking her legs in the air as she came upon some papped sex pics. “That’s the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen!”
It got worse.