Chapter 15 #3
I arch my eyebrow and look at Isaac. What does she mean she missed him last night? Do they see each other on a regular basis? Or is she an I’m bored and need to fuck kind of nightly visit?
I take a step away from Isaac, putting some distance between us. The bleach blonde bimbo notices and a glint sparks in her eye.
Mystery bitch stands up and saunters over to Isaac, leans over again and begins tracing her finger on his forearm. Heat curls in my chest and my jaw tightens. My teeth threatening to crack from clenching them together so tightly.
I’ve never been the jealous type before. But when I see this no name girl touching Isaac’s arm and flaunting her fake tits in his face, all I want to do is break her fingers.
Isaac grabs her hand and places it on the counter. “I’m sure that Derryl was more than capable of giving you orders from the bar Savannah.”
Satisfaction rises in my chest.
The look on his face is like one an older brother gives his younger sister when she’s been getting on his nerves all day.
Savannah sticks out her lower lip and lets out a humph.
“I know, but you are so much better baby.” She bats her fake eyelashes at him.
Baby? What kind of history do they have that makes her feel comfortable to call him baby?
Suddenly I find myself giving her a once over myself.
I can’t help but compare her trim waist to my soft curves.
Her long blonde hair that falls in waves down her back, and perfectly polished nails.
I’m pretty sure that she has also had her lips done, because I don’t think I have ever seen a pair so perfect.
My arms cross in front of my stomach, and I feel myself shrinking on the spot. It’s what I am used to. I’ve always compared myself to other people, and I suppose that’s a me problem.
No matter how hard I try or work on myself, I always default to that feeling of insecurity, of feeling like I am not enough.
My history with men hasn’t helped the issue. Every time I would start to feel comfortable enough to start letting them see me naked, they’ve either already moved on, or have cheated on me with a Savannah look-alike.
Hell, my longest relationship was with Tyler, and you see how well that worked out.
I don’t think I can stand here any longer while I watch her flirt with Isaac. “Excuse me, I’m going to go use the restroom.” I mutter softly.
As I am leaving, I see the hint of a satisfied smirk gracing Savannah’s lips. I don’t even bother looking back as I make my way to the hallway and push open the bathroom door.
I don’t even know why I am surprised. Of course Isaac has hooked up with someone like Savannah. He’s fucking gorgeous and it only makes sense. It’s only natural for two gorgeous people to fall into bed together.
I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself. Over analyzing every freckle, every imperfection. And now I have the burns on my cheek that are no doubt going to scar.
Why does it have to be so hard to love myself? Tears fill my eyes before I can stop them. The door behind me opens, I quickly wipe away stray tears, and look back at the mirror, only to see a pair of familiar eyes staring back at me.
Savannah sashays toward the sinks, a smug grin plastered on her face. She looks down to wash her hands and then looks at me through the mirror.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t have a chance to get properly introduced earlier. My name is Savannah.” She turns to me and sticks out her wet hand.
Is she serious right now?
I look at her reflection and then turn to her. The nice thing to do would be to return her gesture, but I really don’t feel like being nice right now.
“Serena.” I clip back.
She looks at her hand and her face twists. She pops out her hip, resting her hand on top, while the other one stays on the counter beside her.
“So, you must be the pet project Isaac was talking about the other week. It’s so nice of him to take pity on you and adopt you as his new little plaything.” She places her hand on her chest and tilts her head to the side.
If there was a reward for the biggest bitch in the world, her shelf would be full.
What the fuck does she mean by Isaac’s pet project? Was he really talking about me? And what was he saying?
“Don’t worry,” Savannah turns towards the mirror again and primps her cheeks.
” He will get tired of you and come running back to me like always.
At the end of the day, my mouth will be around his dick, and yours will be stuffed full of ice cream.
” She leans in closer to the mirror and dabs her lips with her middle finger before flipping her hair and walking out the door.
Her words hit me, my eyes sting and heat floods my face. I can’t believe I was so stupid to fall for Isaac’s bullshit.
He probably planned the whole thing. The visit to the clinic, the drugging, the fight with Tyler so he can come swooping in like a knight in shining armor. They were probably in it together.
I should have known that shit only happens in movies or romance novels.
Okay, maybe the fight with Tyler is a stretch, but still. Apparently, I’m not the first woman he has done this with.
I wash my face and straighten myself up. Taking one last look in the mirror, I storm out of the bathroom. I am not spending another second inside this godforsaken club.
Plaything my ass. I’m no one's toy. And I’m not going to be some charity project for a narcissistic man to have in order to feel good about himself.
Isaac isn’t my boyfriend, and I sure as shit don’t have to do a damn thing he says.