The Margarita tasted better and better as the liquid in the yellow large, long neck bottle goes low. The second bottle is almost over, and our laughter increases as the night grew older.

And as the evening sets deeper, our stories gets funnier, and words get bolder. I couldn't control my laughter anymore as we both shared funny stories which wasn't a tad bit hilarious before, and gossiped about other models whom we worked with before.

I finished the rest of the Margarita in one gulp. Then grabbed a bottle of beer and unscrewed the cap. Tossing the cap on the coffee table filled with our craps: opened chips, empty boxes, and dirty napkins— the cap bounced off the empty Margarita bottle.

I giggled and slumped on the other end of the couch. We shared the rest of the beers that was left, both oblivious of the clock seemingly gets faster than our mouth sipping beers.

And tonight, I felt good.

"I tell you, Clara Bell, that bitch Arie was the worst," Brit said as she slumped at the other end of the couch, the spot Alex vacated long hours ago. She took a sip of her beer.

I grinned as a scene replayed in my head.

Austin's and Arie were both naked in the dressing room. They didn't notice me since Austin's back is facing me and Arie was lying on her back on the dressing table while the man pounded her.

The image of Austin's balls slapping against Arie's butt crack stayed in my head for how many months before it faded, but it didn't entirely leave my brain.

I sneaked out quietly that afternoon, shaking my head in disgust before they saw me.

"Why are you grinning?" Brittany asked as she struggled to pull herself up.

I giggled like a school girl. I know I'm drunk, if not, I wouldn't be this talkative and talking bunks with Brittany. I never liked talking about others.

I hate talking about someone's life as I have a lot of things to worries than worry about anyone else's. If I saw something, I'd rather keep it in my head, but tonight, I don't know what compelled me to open my mouth and spilled whatever secrets I have.

I know when I wake up tomorrow, I'll regret everything, but it feels so good to finally there's someone to share your secrets, honestly.

"She's just enjoying what the world has to offer her, that includes Austin," I laughed out loud.

"Oh my God!" Brittany was already next to me. "Did you caught them, too?" she asked. Her breath reeks of beer. Grinning cheekily at me, my vision seemed foggy as I stared at her perfect white sets of teeth. "And here I thought you're the most naive among us," she giggled and dropped her back on the backrest of the couch, slumping next to me.

"I am not!" I disapproved, squaring my shoulders at her.

She burst out laughing. "Oh, bother! Of course, you are not!" she cried out, slapping my shoulder but not too hard.

We both laughed as we leisurely sipped our beers.

"Who do you think next to her?" she asked after.

My eyes shifted to the TV unconsciously. His Wicked Ways movie is up. A mafia rom-com movie, based on a novel. I've never read the story, but some say it was good. It was rumored it was based on a true story.

The TV was on even though we are both not interested in the show.

My thoughts drifted to Brittany's question. Tearing my eyes off the screen, I turned to look at her.

"Who do you think?" I asked.

"I think Claire was next," she said. That reminds me of her and her text.

"Do you know that Austin tapped her, too?"

My eyes widened. My vision got clearer for some reason. "Did he?" I asked.

I know Austin tapped most of the models. He's a good looking bastard and a charmer. It's not new to me if models shag each other, but I never thought Claire would do that. She's dating Alex.

Well, if I'm to be honest with myself, I know that it is not impossible. I just want to be a good friend in and out, and I willed myself to believe that she's innocent, and she wouldn't do such thing, but proofs piling up.

And there's my instinct.

"Many times, Clara Bell!" Brittany chuckled. She found it amusing, but not me. "Claire was the wisest, shrewdest bitch I've ever encountered. She knew as the years go by, our face value devaluates, and whatever we saved, it will be not enough to keep the lifestyle we are accustomed until she gets old." Brittany prattled on, and my mind was racing.

"Now that Alex ditched her ass, I'm sure, she'll be clinging like a leech to any gallant man who will provide her caprices without a second thought," Brittany added with contempt.

"I accused Alex of lying to me when he told me they were over. I was mad at him," I spewed out, not really thinking. My rational thoughts were too far gone.

"I know he likes you, Clara Bell. You are just too oblivious," Brittany commented causing me to frown at her.

"He doesn't!" I disapproved passionately. "He was just challenged, and he can't accept the fact that I'm not like any other woman who bows at his feet or swoon over his... what these crazy women call it... charisma," I snapped, causing Brittany to laughed out loud.

"Beast as Lovelorn said... Stallion according to Natalie, Hotmess as I call him especially when his hair is disheveled. Greek God according to many, Adonis as Melina calls him, and so on, " Brittany enumerated and I grumbled, downing the rest of my beer causing me to cough, sputtering some of the liquids on my robe. That's when I realized I'm still wearing the robe, that's why I'm sweating a lot.

I pulled myself up and staggered as I tried to stand still, pulling the robe off me and tossed it on the other end of the couch but it barely reached. The hem dangling on the edge of the couch. Brittany pulled it up and lay it in a heap next to her.

"Wow, you sure feels hot after hearing it," she burst out laughing causing me to frown at her. "I do, too whenever I hear his name," Brittany continued, almost wheezing. "Just hearing his name, damn, I feel like I'm having an orgasm," she guffawed like a woman who lost her sanity.

She's sure is drunk.

I ignored her remarks.

I deposited the empty bottle of beer next to the one leg of the coffee table on the floor and sat back on the spot I vacated, dropping my back against the backrest.

I suddenly felt my head spinning.

"Brit?" I called, her laughter dying.

"Hmm?" she hummed then downed her beer. She struggled to put the bottle on the floor, and almost hit her head on the edge of the coffee table causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

She giggled as she pushed herself back on the couch and leaned back.

I was thinking to ask her if what should I do now that Alex admitted to me that he likes me, but I decided against it.

Silence took over. When I looked at her, she's already sleeping. I shook my head which caused my head to spin, I felt like I want to throw up. I held it back and swallowed thickly.

I searched for my phone and found it on the crevice of the couch. I pulled it out almost sitting on it and checked Claire's message.

I tapped on the messages then read her three texts.

Alex had been avoiding me. He never responded to my texts and calls. Do you happen to know if he's seeing someone? I know you hated him, but your family is close, you may have seen or heard something about him. 😢- Boo

I'm bored. I really missed you boo! 😭 - Boo

I felt suddenly guilty. The emotions underlying in those texts squeezed my heart. Reluctantly, I read her last message.

I guess, you already found out what actually happened. You are not responding. I believed you're mad at me for not telling the truth. Alex and I are over. And I'm crushed. I love him so much, and you know that. 😭😭😭😭 - Boo

I shut my eyes after reading her texts. The last message made my throat dry. I'm feeling both angry and guilty.

I turned to look at Brittany. She's already out. I pulled myself up and help her lay on the couch, but she was too heavy, so I staggered back on the other end of the couch where my robe was then sat, dropping my back against the backrest, my head resting on the top, in the same position as Brittany.

I stared at the screen of my latest phone again. Then, I start tapping on the screen.

Why did you break up with Claire?

I quickly send it, wasn't thinking I will regret it later. I'm so annoyed, too angry, and at the same time too curious what's going on between them to ponder about my action.

Then, I realized he's probably sleeping by now considering it's past midnight, perhaps it's already the break of dawn, but I was surprised when my phone beeps.

I quickly read his response.

Why are you still up?

I scowled at the screen. Tapping hard on the screen, I replied.

Just answer my damn question. Why did you break up with her?

I furiously tapped the send button.

Before it sent, my phone beeped again.

Are you drunk? Jesus Christ, Clara Bell! It's past two in the morning!

I replied again.

Who cares? I'm not working tomorrow. Besides, I'm in the safe confine of my room. Brittany is already snoring, she's out! Imagine, I beat her?

I was mindlessly chuckling as I tapped the send button. Then my phone starts beeping again.

I'm coming!

That got me. I felt like a bucket of cold water just poured on me. I dropped my phone on my lap when it dawned on me what's going on.

Oh, crap!

My eyes widened as I snapped my head up and stared at the TV screen that was still playing. I stared at the screen, lost in my thought. The scene shifted many times, but I didn't pick up anything about the story. And then Jonathan Rhys's face taking up the whole screen. That took my full attention.

Who's not?

He's incredibly hot!

He looked possessed, his face muscles were taut, and he looked dangerously hot, but the tenderness in his eyes as he stared at the woman female protagonist, cast by Alexandria Daddario, couldn't be hidden.

Through those hard eyes, they held deep affection towards the female protagonist. The overwhelming love that cannot be missed just by staring keenly at his hard gaze.

"I love you, Bambolina. No matter what happen, you will always have my heart. You will always will," Jonathan whispered to her. The pain, affection all at once mirrored in his eyes.

Jonathan made the movie better. He's really a good actor, and his face could give you thousands of different emotions. A very versatile Actor. And Alexandria played well, too.

When they kissed as they snuggled to each other, I saw Alex, staring at me instead of Jonathan Rhys.

I shook my head and quickly blocked out whatever unwelcome thoughts filled my brain, then turned the TV off.

I already forgot about Alex.

My head felt heavy, spinning vision, I forced myself up, I wobbled, my hands grasped the armrest of the couch. I steadied myself before standing straight, I teetered in the direction of my bedroom, but halfway across the room, my doorbell rang.

I detoured to the door without thinking.

I struggled to open the door. And when it opened, Alexander was standing grimly at the doorway, staring at me with disapproval. And that's when my legs decided to give in.

"Fuck!" he growled as he caught me before I fell hard on the hard floor.

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