Chapter 5: Chapter 5
"You met Damien Martinez!!!” Bell vociferated, standing up from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter in their little apartment, they had been sharing since they met, as soon as Mystique told her little encounter with the bastard.
Mystique frowned “Not so loud Isabelle” sometimes she wondered why she told the idiot anything.
Bell unanticipatedly moved closer to the other. “Tell me, how does he look?”
“Why would I want to tell you such information, if you had gone in with me, you would have seen the asshole for yourself”
Bell pouted as she playfully poked Mystique's arm. “I thought you understand misty”
“Let me be Bell, let me think of how to return that bastard’s money” Mystique rested her cheeks on the back of her palm while her elbow was placed on the kitchen counter.
“He told you not to return it”
“And You think I would do that. The ass crown teased me for being poor and unable to pay my Uncle’s bills. He called me a whore working for money!” the poor girl's eyes harden as she thought back to everything that man had said to him, Damien Martinez or whatever he called himself.
“At least your uncle was saved” Bell shrugged as she turned her attention to her food, cooking over the oven. “Tell me about your little date”
Mystique immediately blushed. “It's not a date Bel, he wants to thank me over lunch”
“Sounds like a date to me”
Mystique rolled her eyes. “So you call the two of us eating out a date”
Bell turned sharply, a grossed-out expression on her face. “That's gross Misty, I don't do girls but you met this guy yesterday and he invited you to have lunch with him, now that’s called a date”
“Does not sound like a date to me” Mystique stood up as she picked up the little food container before her. “Am heading over to the hospital. Uncle met be bored all by himself” she headed over to the door.
“Enjoy your little date tomorrow!” Bell yelled behind her before she walked out of the house with a light blush on her face.
Xoxoxo
The next day, Mystique found herself waiting for Mr. Gracias Alan, who was late for their little lunch date. Mystique sighed as she peeked down at her watch and adjusted her glasses. Not only did he have a habit of forgetting stuff, but he also had a hobby of keeping people waiting for him. If she had known, she would have come a bit later and not waited for the man.
“Would you like to order sir?" A waiter came to her.
Mystique shook her head. “Not yet, am waiting for someone but you could get me a glass of water. Thank you" she said and the waiter walked away. “Mystique, Mystique, are you gonna starve yourself for some man who isn’t gonna show up” she questioned herself as she snorted.
After a few minutes of waiting, Gracias Alan finally showed up and Mystique sighed in relief, she thought she was going to die from hunger today. She might not be rich but she never kept her stomach empty.
“I sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting. I wasn’t allowed to leave earlier” he apologized as he took his seat.
Mystique gave a little smile. “It's okay” well, it wasn’t okay. She nearly went into a coma for passing her lunchtime. She was a foody person and passing her lunchtime was a big deal for her.
The waiter came back and they ordered and soon the food was brought to them and they started eating. The lunch was silent as none had anything to say, only the sound of utensils could be heard. Suddenly, Mystique felt something coming up in her stomach.
"Are you okay?" Alan asked worriedly, seeing the slight frown on the other's face.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom" Mystique said standing from her seat.
"Of course..."
Without stealing another glance at the man, she made her way to the restroom. Fortunately, the place was empty as she immediately emptied her stomach over the stink. Suddenly, she felt nauseous as she clenched her flat stomach.
Rinsing her mouth, she stared at her reflection in the mirror...Not only did she nearly starve herself to death today, but she had also even puked out everything from her system.
With a sigh, she washed her hands and walked out of her table, only to find Alan gone from his place. "Excuse me" Mystique called a waiter passing by.
"Yes, Ma?"
"Where is the guy I was having lunch with..." she surveyed.
"Oh, he left a few seconds ago after paying" the waiter answered as she pulled a wallet out of her apron. "He was in a hurry, he got his wallet. You can give it back to him" the lady said kindly as she handed over the brown wallet to Mystique and walked away after giving a bow.
Mystique snorted as she gazed down at the damn wallet. Now she had to return a wallet of a guy who stood her up. With a slight frown, Mystique shoved the thing into her baggy sweater pocket before walking out of the restaurant...At least, he had the decency to pay.
How did he ever forget his wallet...? Mystique couldn't help but wonder as she advanced towards her workplace.
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The next day, Mystique and Bell found themselves standing in from of the Ps Building... again "I can't believe we are here again. If this continues, people might think we are jobless" Mystique groaned.
Bell snickered. "Not me, they have never seen me before"
"I have no idea what goes on in his head that makes him forget things" Mystique restored. She couldn't believe her bad luck. She only pray to whoever was listening to answer her prayers.
Bell smirked. "Are you mad that your date was ruined"
Mystique turned to her with a glare. "I rather slam my tongue on a door than go out with him. I don't have a thing for sweet guys"
"Ooh, you like the ones that would rough you up like Mr. Martinez" Bell teased the other.
Mystique scoffed. "Definitely not that asshole"
"Now am beginning to believe you are stalking me," a hard voice said behind them and both girls turned to find their Intruder, only to be met with a chilling stare that could melt even ice.
Mr. Damien Martinez stood there elegantly, wearing a black suit, his hair messy but attractive and his hands buried in his front pockets as he stared coldly at the two before his company.
Mystique groaned inwardly. Why were the heavens not listening? "Why are you here?" She abruptly asked without thinking, making the other smirk in a cocky manner.
"I think I should be the one asking you that," The cold human being said as his gaze landed on Bell. "Is this your friend..?"
Mystique bites her lower lip in an annoyed manner. "That is none of your stupid business!"
Bell stepped forward. "We are not here for trouble. One of your workers, Mr. Gracias Alan forgot his wallet with my friend"
Damien stared blankly at them, his expression ice-stoned. "Seem like I need to get rid of that idiot for good" he spoke without void.
Mystique's eyes widened. "It was an accident, you don't have to fire him for that"
"Who are you to tell me what to do...?" Damien asked sharply, his words cutting like a sharp dagger.
Mystique gulped. This guy was difficult to handle. She parted her mouth to respond but stopped himself when a girl appeared and snaked her hand around his arm. Mystique frowned...who was she?
"Babe, why are you still standing here...?" The model-like lady purred in a sweet voice as she stared at the other, who paid no mind to her existence as his attention was on a certain person.
Babe...? Mystique wondered. He had a girlfriend... her eyes widened as she realized she had sex with a guy with a girlfriend...how horrible was she...?
"Where is the wallet?" Damien suddenly asked, stretching his hand out towards Mystique who immediately recovered from her shock and handed over the wallet like she was trying to touch a deadly venom. "I do not want to see you anywhere near my property again!"
"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to see you ever. You are such a horrible human being. I wonder how the people around you put up with you and your attitude"
Grabbing stunned Bell's wrist, Mystique dragged her along as they walked away from the bastard and his property...