“Cate! Catherine, please!” She chased after her; she wasn’t that dumb enough to just stand in the middle of the dance floor and let the crowd feast at her, “Cate please! I’m begging you, stop and let’s talk!” She uttered, pausing as she removed her heels and with her bare feet, she ran after the blonde who was inching already from entering her car, “Please, talk to me.” A sigh escaped the brunette’s lips as she successfully blocked the blonde’s way from entering her car.
“Talk about what?” The night wasn’t that frigid, but the tone that left Cate’s lips was enough to make the brunette shiver.
Sandra was a wreck. Her heels on her hands. Sweat drenching around her body. Her make-up was greasy and her hair was sticky. She knew she was no one compared to the mad beauty in front, yet, in her desperate attempt to talk to Cate, she stood in front, not bothering if she looked like a cheap whore.
“Talk about what, huh?” Cate spoke again as she gave her a scoff, “About what I saw in there? You getting sandwiched by those fuckers? My God! I thought you’re smart! Where’s your fucking brain? You could have gotten rape!” She spoke, her teeth gritted together in an attempt to not lash out, “Or maybe, you wanted it. You want dicks so much, is that it? You want dicks so much that you threw yourself to those fuckers begging them, seducing them to let you suck their pen –”
She wasn’t able to fnish what she was about to say when a thick slap landed on the blonde’s cheek. The whole place seemed to have been muted, with only the crisp sound of the slap flowing through the airwaves. Cate touched her cheek where Sandra’s palm landed and it stung. The blonde’s lips hung as she felt the sting of the slap ran through her toes up to the ends of her fingertips and when she looked at the brunette, it was when she realized that Sandra was already crying.
“You…” The brunette shook her head, her face full of tears, her mascara melting down her cheeks, “You fucking don’t have the rights to talk to me that way. You’re not my girlfriend. You are just someone from my –”
“Yeah.” The blonde cut her off as she looked at her with mockery, “I’m not your girlfriend. Where’s your fucking new blonde girlfriend? Why hasn’t she shown up? Why didn’t she fucking save you? Or does she know? Does she know that you’re in a bar getting sandwiched by pervert men, huh?”
The brunette wiped her tears before she gave her a smile, “Whatever my reason is for being there, for getting sandwiched by those two men, who by the way, gave me such enjoyable time,..” She took a step forward, her face getting closer at the blonde’s, “…it is none of your fucking business. And the girlfriend you are talking to? To be honest, that was not my girlfriend. She was just someone I picked up from somewhere to fuck. And yes, I can totally hear your mind right now and you are goddamn correct!” She bit her lip as two beads of tears fell in synch, “I’m a goddamn slut. A fucking whore. Now, I came here and chase you to fucking tell you that you fucking ruined my time there.” She spoke before she started walking away, but after taking her three steps, she walked back, “And oh, before I forget,…” Sandra pulled the blonde through the collar of her leather jacket and kissed her, “It’s nice to see you again, walking graciously, patient.” She mumbled, her lips on her lips before she pushed the blonde lightly and left her.
If they were in a movie, Cate would stand there, on the same spot, with her lips hung in shock. She would watch her ex walk away as frustration would wrap her whole entirety, but they weren’t in a movie. Cate didn’t stand there, sucking up her rage and frustrations because just before the brunette would vanish from the parking lot, the blonde came towards her, charging at the brunette with so much anger.
“I fucking ruined your moment there huh?” Cate yelled as she trudged towards the brunette which made the brunette stop, “Oh, what a shame. Should I say a fucking apology for ruining your great time there?”
Sandra rolled her eyes before she turned to look back at the blonde, “Tsk. Are you capable of asking one? Asking for an apology?” She countered, “Because from what I remember, you fucking don’t know how to say sorry.”
It all happened too fast. The brunette just found herself getting dragged by the blonde and just before she could react, Cate opened her car and pushed her to settle onto the passenger seat. If she wasn’t tipsy and if the whole world wasn’t spinning already, Sandra would have shouted for help because Cate was putting her inside her car without any words. Sure, the brunette was adamant that the blonde would do nothing to harm her, still getting inside her ex-girlfriend’s car was something she did not wish herself to experience again.
“Where the fuck are you taking me?” Sandra asked as Cate slammed the door shut against her face, “Where the fuck are you fucking taking me you fucking killjoy?!’ She asked once again as the blonde opened the other side of the car and got in.
“I ruined your fucking good time there right?” Cate asked as she angrily started her car, “Well then, I’m giving your good time back to you!”
“I don’t want to be here with you! Stop the fucking car or else –”
“Or else what? You’ll break my window and go back towards the bar to seek for more dicks?”
Sandra kicked the dash angrily, “You fucking prick! I hate you!”
“Well,..” Cate made a u-turn before she looked at her, “…I hate to have a drunk doctor on my passenger seat too.”
“Then let me off! Fucking let me off! And I am not drunk you jerk!”
“I haven’t returned the good time I ruined yet. I don’t want you to label me forever as a kill fucking joy woman so if I were you, sit down and stop kicking my dash.”
“Ugh. I hate this! I hate you!” The brunette angrily shouted as she tried to open the car door but it wasn’t opening, “Fuck you, Catherine! Fuck you!” She muttered, her chest heaving up and down as she looked at the driving blonde with so much anger.
“Not when I’m driving, baby.” Cate replied mockingly as she gave her a smile.
The drive was so fast. Sandra just found herself looking up at a luxurious penthouse as Cate’s car came to a halt. And again, just before she could open her mouth to ask, Cate pulled her out of the car and started dragging her towards the building. She wasn’t familiar of the place, but by the looks of it, she was sure this was one of her ex-girlfriends new properties. As Cate was dragging her inside the building, Sandra couldn’t see any securities, but she didn’t fail to notice the many security cameras attached on every corner she looked at. The blonde then opened an elevator, in which the brunette was harshly pushed inside before Cate typed 37th floor.
The elevator ride was silent. Sandra was hugging herself as she felt like the elevator was making her head spin even faster. Cate’s hand left an imprint on the brunette’s arm, but that was something Sandra did not bother to notice because she felt too tired to even open her mouth and protest. When the elevator opened, Cate dragged her by the arm again, and this time, Sandra just let herself be dragged. It took a few steps before they came to a door; the blonde opened it using her thumbmark and when she did, she dragged the brunette into a room before pushing her onto the bed harshly.
“Welcome to my penthouse.” The blonde spoke as she looked at the brunette who was on the bed, “Now I’m sorry for ruining your good time there. Can you tell me what are your dick preferences because I can call someone to send you men here to have your fucking good time.” Cate fished out her phone from the insides of her leather jacket and started typing on it before she looked back at the brunette on the bed, “Now what? Do you want long dicks? Thick ones? Come on, fucking tell me so I can give you back what I ruined.”
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