“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 aboutmyboat.” She shook both women’s hands once more. “See you two around. Thanks for the beers and the company.” She swung a legover 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 onThe Celeb Dockettoday!”
“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.
Thebitch!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!”
