Karma 8

I am not accustomed to drinking at night. I am at Achilles club as per Cassandra’s request. She is in disguise again.

“There he is.” She points at her husband who has no idea she is also at the club. We are in the VIP section, it is a soundproof room, you can’t hear the music blasting from the club. He is in the company of several men but engrossed in a conversation with two men which is broken when a woman walks toward them, I can’t make out her face but she is stunningly dressed in a white bodycon dress. Christian Thorne stands and hugs her, he turns his head as she attempts to kiss him. 

“Is that her?” I ask Cassandra.

She shakes her head devastated and takes her eyes away from them, “I can’t do this.” She stands grabbing her bags. And I stand to follow her, My head feels super lights, seems I get drunk quick when I drink at night.

When she turns I see her raw pain. I have been there. It sucks.

“I am sorry Katerina, I thought I would do this but seeing them together is killing me. I am sorry I asked you here or even for your help.” She starts to walk.

“Who is she?” I ask as I throw a dagger back at Mr. Thorne. The woman leans on him and says something to him.

“Did you see it?” She rubs her forehead like she thinks it is just her imagination.

“Can you at least sit?” I ask her. She is pregnant and looks distraught. Based on our initial encounter, I don’t like her but I still feel responsible for her.

“He sent me a text earlier that he will be working late.” She shows me a series of chats between them.

Typical lies of a cheater!

I throw a dirty glance to where they are seated. He can not see us, the woman caresses his cheek and he tilts his head with slight discomfort.

Maybe he doesn’t want to soil his name in public as a cheater, but still, he is.

I hate cheaters, they make my blood boil. They lie and destroy lives.

A person that can sleep next to you, look you into your eyes daily, and lie to you. Is a psychopath and is capable of the unimaginable.

Previously, I wasn’t motivated to punish him since she blackmailed me into it. But now, I badly want to punish him just for my satisfaction.

“Just help me, Karma.” She uses my dark web name and I look around nervously, afraid someone might hear her.

“You shouldn’t call me that,” I whisper.

I wait for her response but she is watching her husband as the young lady flirts with him. So far, he does a good job pretending he isn’t interested.

“I can’t be here.” She proceeds with her initial idea to leave and just as she opens the door, a girl bumps into her and she looks up angry. I suddenly recognize her even in her heavy make-up, I know her. She looks at least of legal age while she is only fifteen.  She doesn’t know me but I know her. She is my half-sister, Bella.

“Watch where you are going.” She spits. She smells like she swam in a pool full of alcohol.

“Bella?” I find myself calling out her name in surprise.

“Do I know you?” She slurs.

I shake my head as she staggers past me, I find myself turning to watch where she is going.

She is underage. What is she doing here?

I turn to look if can see Cassandra and I am torn about who to run after. I look back again as I see my half-sister, Bella walk to where Christian Throne and his colleagues are seated. One of the men pulls her, she falls on his lap and giggles shyly.

I  realize I can’t leave her, she is only fifteen and those men are eyeing her like predators. Mr. Thorne is preoccupied with his mistress. I hate him more for keeping a crowd that preys on young girls.

I take long steps to where they are seated. Bella is sticking out her tongue.

“You gonna make me happy with that tongue.” The guy she is seated on says.

I am disgusted. I reach for her hand and pull her, “That’s fucked up, she is a child.” I say putting more force on my grasp on her.

“Who the hell are you?” The predator asks.

“Katerina, what are doing here, are you stalking me?” Mr. Thorne asks.

“She is a minor.” I ignore him and state.

Bella leans on my body for support barely conscious and has to wonder if she has had more than just alcohol.

“Who is she Christian?” His mistress asks.

“My assistant.” He answers.

“The terrible one from hell?” One of the guys asks.

Does he talk about me?

“He is the terrible boss, for your information,” I state. “I am taking you home.” I turn to Bella.

She tries to pull away but fails, “leave me alone, I don’t know you.” She tries to pull back “Someone help.” She shouts drawing attention to us.

Mr.Thorne stands, “I will handle this.” He addresses his company.

Bella is still resisting my hold.

“Let’s go.” He instructs.

“What about our plans?” His mistress asks in a child-like manner.

“I will call you tomorrow, Iris.” His gaze never leaves mine.

She hides her disappointment with a playful smile. “Aww…okay.”

I don’t anticipate his next move as he bends and picks up Bella in a bridal manner and starts to walk towards the door. My steps fall behind his. He opens the door that leads to the regular side of the club and the noise from the music hits us. We maneuver through the bodies on the dance floor. He takes a different route that leads to a door written, Private.

It leads to a dim hallway with doors that are shut. Something about it doesn’t seem right.

“Do you know her?” He asks and his voice echoes through the space.

I first check on Bella and realize, she is falling asleep.

“Just my sister,” I say hoping Bella doesn’t remember it.

“She seemed so sure she doesn’t know you.”

“She doesn’t,” I say and Mr.Thorne stops abruptly and turns to me.

“She is your sister and she doesn’t know you? Which is which?” He sighs frustrated.

“Exactly that,” I say. “I know where she lives and I don’t want to talk about it,” The talk about her will lead to him knowing information about my life that I don’t want to share with him.

“What were you doing here?” He starts to walk again.

“I don’t answer to you past working hours,” I state.

He huffs frustrated, “Do you have a problem with me?” He asks.

“Take a guess,” I say. I hate men like him.

“I think you do. Will that present a problem working for me?”

“Nope!” I answer and he doesn’t speak again.

We finally reach a door where he swipes a card, it opens leading into an isolated but secured parking lot.

There is only one car parked. The one he won at a race earlier today.

“I have my keys on my pants in the left pocket, you can just take them and open the car for me.” He says.

I could refuse but Bella seems peaceful sleeping in his fit arms. I step forward and stand on his left. I am so close to him and I start to feel tense beside him. I breathe in and direct my hand inside his pocket. I can feel his warm skin through the thin material of his pockets. He breaths in sharply and I start to feel uncomfortable. In a rush, I push my hand further and grab the first thing I feel.

It is hard but softer than keys.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mr.Thorne roars at me.

And I soon realize what I just grabbed I free my hand and quickly search for the keys. I Remove my hand and self away from him.

“I…I ” My heart is beating so fast and I am super embarrassed. I can barely look him in the eye.

I quickly open the car and he puts her in the back seat. I am left with the only option but to sit at the shotgun.

We avoid looking at each other as he starts to drive and tell him where to take her. I can not believe I just touched his penis and it was hard. So hard…

It is a twenty-minute drive to Bella’s home. I can not just go knock on her door and deliver her. I haven’t seen my mother in years. She left us and never looked back. I sometimes come here and stand at a distance to watch her with her new family and see what I missed in life.

Mr. Thorne makes a call and we sit in the car in awkward silence until someone knocks on the window. I jump in fear and relax when I see that Mr.Thorne recognizes him. I was sure someone was following us since we left the club, but don’t tell Mr. Thorne maybe I am just too drunk.

He rolls his window to talk to the man.

“She is in the backseat. Make sure she is received by someone.” The man opens the door and carries her.

“Don’t leave her on her own when you ring the door.” Mr. Thorne adds.

“What if they ask him where he found her?” I ask.

“He knows what to say.” Mr. Thorne answers. “Where do you live?” He asks.

“Not going to tell you.”

“My God, why are you this childish? Must object to anything said to you?”

“If it is said by you,” I say.

He ignores me and starts to drive.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“I am taking you home.”

“You don’t know where I live.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

I lean back and see what Mr. Conceited knows.