please.”
“Sure thing, Sierra.”
“What can I do you for, ma’am?” she said as she walked in.
“First off, you can stop calling me ‘ma’am.’ Second, I feel like a whore.”
“Why? Because you fucked Royce but have a thing for Cameron?”
“I don’t have a thing for Cameron. How did you know I fucked Royce?”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. You always fuck Royce when he comes to the office.”
“That’s not entirely true,” I said. “Anyway, Royce came out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt, and Cameron walked into the office.”
“So? You just said you don’t have a thing for him, so who cares?”
I rolled my eyes at her and put my hand on my head. “I care because he’s a nice guy and he shouldn’t have seen that. I don’t need the guy who’s doing work on my house thinking I’m a slut.”
“Then stop fucking guys in your office. It’s simple. Now come on. We have to go.”
“Go where?” I asked.
“Your mother’s dinner party.”
“No,” I whined. “I don’t want to deal with her. Especially not tonight.”
“You don’t have a choice, Sierra.”
“Tell her I’m sick.”
She walked over and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up from my chair. She grabbed my phone, my briefcase, and my purse, and pushed me out of the office.
“You’re a bitch,” I said.
“Yeah, your bitch.” She smiled.
We walked out of the building and before I climbed into the limo, I looked across the street and saw Cameron’s truck.
“Get in the car, Sierra,” Kirsty said as she looked up at me from inside the limo.
I climbed in and James shut the door. “What was all that about?” he asked.
“Sierra fucked Royce in her office and Builder Boy walked in while Royce was buttoning his shirt. Now she thinks Builder Boy thinks she’s a slut.”
“I see,” James said. “He shouldn’t think anything, actually. The two of you have a business relationship. It’s none of his business who you’re fucking and not fucking.”
I didn’t say a word the rest of the ride home. The only thought going through my head was how drunk I was getting tonight.
****
Kirsty and I stepped into the foyer of Delia’s house and were immediately greeted by a hot waiter carrying a silver tray filled with glasses of wine. I politely smiled as I grabbed one from the tray and sipped my way through the house and to the living room where the party was taking place.
“Tell me exactly why she’s having this party,” I said to Kirsty.
“It’s an art auction to raise money for women of domestic violence. The money raised will go to Haven Hills.”
“Oh.”
We entered the living room and, immediately, Ava ran over to me.
“Thank God you’re here.”
“Hey, sis. What’s wrong?”
“Delia. That’s what’s wrong. She’s been driving me nuts all day. You know how she gets when she decides to host a party.”
Delia glanced my way and slithered her way over to me. “Sierra, darling. Thank you for coming. Hello, Kirsty.”
“Hello, Mother,” I replied. “Nice turn out.”
“Yes, it is. I sure hope you’re going to buy some art, since you can certainly afford it. It’s for a good cause.”
I looked at her and put on my fake smile. “I don’t understand why you even have these things. You can certainly afford just to hand over a huge donation to the shelter. Why go through all this?” I deserved an Oscar for my performance.
“It’s to make people aware, darling. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think we’re about to start.”
“To make people aware, my ass. It’s to make her look good,” I said as I polished off my wine. I looked over at Ava, who was laughing at me. “Where does she keep the tequila? The really good, expensive kind?”
“Downstairs, locked in a cabinet. I don’t know where Clive hides the key.”
I motioned for Kirsty and Ava to follow me downstairs. I looked around the room to see if I could figure out where Clive was dumb enough to hide the key. My eyes
“Sure thing, Sierra.”
“What can I do you for, ma’am?” she said as she walked in.
“First off, you can stop calling me ‘ma’am.’ Second, I feel like a whore.”
“Why? Because you fucked Royce but have a thing for Cameron?”
“I don’t have a thing for Cameron. How did you know I fucked Royce?”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. You always fuck Royce when he comes to the office.”
“That’s not entirely true,” I said. “Anyway, Royce came out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt, and Cameron walked into the office.”
“So? You just said you don’t have a thing for him, so who cares?”
I rolled my eyes at her and put my hand on my head. “I care because he’s a nice guy and he shouldn’t have seen that. I don’t need the guy who’s doing work on my house thinking I’m a slut.”
“Then stop fucking guys in your office. It’s simple. Now come on. We have to go.”
“Go where?” I asked.
“Your mother’s dinner party.”
“No,” I whined. “I don’t want to deal with her. Especially not tonight.”
“You don’t have a choice, Sierra.”
“Tell her I’m sick.”
She walked over and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up from my chair. She grabbed my phone, my briefcase, and my purse, and pushed me out of the office.
“You’re a bitch,” I said.
“Yeah, your bitch.” She smiled.
We walked out of the building and before I climbed into the limo, I looked across the street and saw Cameron’s truck.
“Get in the car, Sierra,” Kirsty said as she looked up at me from inside the limo.
I climbed in and James shut the door. “What was all that about?” he asked.
“Sierra fucked Royce in her office and Builder Boy walked in while Royce was buttoning his shirt. Now she thinks Builder Boy thinks she’s a slut.”
“I see,” James said. “He shouldn’t think anything, actually. The two of you have a business relationship. It’s none of his business who you’re fucking and not fucking.”
I didn’t say a word the rest of the ride home. The only thought going through my head was how drunk I was getting tonight.
****
Kirsty and I stepped into the foyer of Delia’s house and were immediately greeted by a hot waiter carrying a silver tray filled with glasses of wine. I politely smiled as I grabbed one from the tray and sipped my way through the house and to the living room where the party was taking place.
“Tell me exactly why she’s having this party,” I said to Kirsty.
“It’s an art auction to raise money for women of domestic violence. The money raised will go to Haven Hills.”
“Oh.”
We entered the living room and, immediately, Ava ran over to me.
“Thank God you’re here.”
“Hey, sis. What’s wrong?”
“Delia. That’s what’s wrong. She’s been driving me nuts all day. You know how she gets when she decides to host a party.”
Delia glanced my way and slithered her way over to me. “Sierra, darling. Thank you for coming. Hello, Kirsty.”
“Hello, Mother,” I replied. “Nice turn out.”
“Yes, it is. I sure hope you’re going to buy some art, since you can certainly afford it. It’s for a good cause.”
I looked at her and put on my fake smile. “I don’t understand why you even have these things. You can certainly afford just to hand over a huge donation to the shelter. Why go through all this?” I deserved an Oscar for my performance.
“It’s to make people aware, darling. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think we’re about to start.”
“To make people aware, my ass. It’s to make her look good,” I said as I polished off my wine. I looked over at Ava, who was laughing at me. “Where does she keep the tequila? The really good, expensive kind?”
“Downstairs, locked in a cabinet. I don’t know where Clive hides the key.”
I motioned for Kirsty and Ava to follow me downstairs. I looked around the room to see if I could figure out where Clive was dumb enough to hide the key. My eyes
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