Wanted Always (Xander Barns) (10 page)

Now they’re going to get it.

Activating Marisa in humiliation
mode……commenced.

I give them a small smile. “I was looking
for the bathroom when I realized I forgot my bag,” I hold up my clutch to them.
“I need to change my tampon-”

“Marisa!” Mom hisses, interrupting me
rudely while looking left-to-right in case anyone heard.

I keep going. “My flow these past few days
has been off the charts, crazy heavy. I’m bleeding everywhere, thank God, I
brought extra TAMPONS IN MY BAG!” I tell the clearly-shocked duo while holding
out the bag. A few people around us stop what they are doing to pretend they’re
not listening. It isn’t the whole room I’d have liked, but one person listening
in on my period rant is enough to get Mom’s blood boiling.

Her eyes are bulging out as they seethe
angrily; her head begins to twitch. Gwen holds on to Mom’s shoulder to calm her
down and reassure her that probably, yet again, I’m joking. I better nip that
conclusion in the bud right now.

“I’m not joking,” I tell Gwen sternly. I
tuck my clutch back underneath my armpit and hurriedly head out the room. By
the time I make it outside, I feel my heart beating against my chest.

Wow…I did that. I just freaking did that.
And if felt fucking amazing! Normally, I would have felt the shame right after
pulling a stunt like that, but I don’t feel bad and Mom should know.

She should know that it is a lie, because
she knows, or should know, that my cycle starts at the beginning of the month,
not in the middle.

Shouldn’t a mother know when her
daughter’s cycle is? I’m sure when Darcy eventually gets her period, Mom won’t
forget that.

So, shame on her for forgetting when I get
my period; she deserves that lie. I am not on my period; in fact I am as clean
as a whistle down there.

Xander probably wouldn’t be happy about
that either; but what can I say, I douche regularly.

My clutch vibrates underneath my arm; it
reminds me of Daniels asking me to check my phone. I take out my phone mid-buzz
while walking toward the bathrooms at the end of the hallway.

I’ve missed three calls and received ten
text messages, all from Xander.

What the fuck does he want?
I think while turning into the ladies
bathroom. It’s one of those bathrooms that has no door, but there’s a curved
passageway before you actually get to the toilet stalls. I check each stall for
the cleanest one and pick the last one, which is the handicapped stall. The
toilet has a seat cover, which is great, because I need to sit. My feet are
killing me. Six-inch heels are no joke.

I don’t rock heels that often, maybe a
couple of times a year. I’m more a running or tennis shoe girl. That’s not to
dog my brand new fab BCBG heels; I’m just saying what my feet prefer, and what
my body can handle more on a daily basis, are flat shoes.

I sit on the toilet seat cover and unlock
my iPhone. The time is 9:15pm; Xander has called me three times, once at 8pm,
then 8:30pm, then again at 9pm. He probably called Daniels right after that to
come and inform me to pick up his most important phone call.

What the hell does he want now? Does he
want to know how dirty my thong is and if I got any lady juices on them yet?
That disgusting prick! He won’t let up on this shit!

I check his messages.

Xander: 7:30

I can’t wait….

Xander 7:32

Answer me…

Xander: 7:50

You know I always get what I want…I’ll be
seeing you later…it’s a fact.

Xander: 8:10

Tried to call you….hope your dad’s party
is going well…I’m having a good time too, a real good time…

Xander: 8:15

Tell me how good of a time you’re
having…then I can tell you about mine…it’s so good right now…

Xander: 8:35

Why will you not answer your phone? I find
it ridiculous that you can’t answer a simple phone call or text! I need a
status update…when are you coming over?

Xander: 8:45

Be a nice kitty and give Uncle Xander a
ring…he misses you.

Ugh, gross. Note to self: make sure Xander
never makes uncle references using himself ever again.

Next perverted message.

Xander: 8:50

I’m not that perverted…I just like what I
like…can’t you understand that? When are you going to get here? If I must be
honest, the wait…it’s a bit torturous. Come over…soon.

Xander: 9:01

Answer your phone or else I’m going to
call Daniels to come in and get you. I need to know when you’re coming over.

And finally the last message.

Xander: 9:14

Baby, please…give me something. I was good
to you...No?

My eyes roll.

Really? He’s starting to piss me off. All
this trouble over a pair of undies.

I text him back.

Marisa: 9:20

Bitch!

WTF?! I can’t just leave my father’s
fiftieth birthday party to come and give you the thong I’m wearing. I’ll be
leaving within the next hour…but I won’t be coming over. I’ll give Daniels the
thong in a plastic bag and I’ll go straight home. Do as you please with it. I
don’t owe you shit after this.

I send the message and let out a deep
breath. Honestly, this guy, he’s going to literally drive me crazy; all this
commotion for a used thong. I don’t even know what he’s going to do with it.

Put it on and jerk off?

Put it on his head and jerk off?

Put it in his pocket and play with it
while he goes out and mingles with people from his social standing.

That’d be a laugh. I chuckle a little
while imagining Xander playing with the thong in his pocket while in a deep
discussion on politics or business. Wouldn’t they like to know what the golden
boy is doing with his fingers? Wouldn’t they really like to know…like before
shaking his hand?

Reminder: wash hands if ever they should
touch Xander’s again.

My phone buzzes.

That was fast.

Xander: 9:22

Normally I wouldn’t object to a simple
delivery; sometimes I prefer it like that. But on this occasion…I’d say there’s
nothing better than having ‘It’ as fresh as possible. There’s nothing I want more
than to watch you glide that treasure off your temple of creation, right here,
in front of me.

Baby, it’s part of the deal, one that I
will not back down from.

So please…don’t make me miss out what I’ve
been salivating for all day.

I can’t wait to smell everything
.

Kisses and caresses

I drop my hand with the phone down onto my
thigh and lean my head back in frustration. I exhale the breath in my lungs
that I want to desperately belt out.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Why?
I just got a pretty dress from him and he’s making me do this shit.

Okay, it’s not that big of a deal
, I remind myself. All I have to do is go
there, yank off the thong, throw it at his face, and walk out. I’ll never have
to see him again…but then again, he knows where I work.

Shit. I might have to quit my job.

Whatever. I was going to quit anyway; it’s
not like the money is good.

Okay.

I text back.

Marisa: 9:28

You are so annoying. Fine! I’ll come, but
I’m not staying for more than a few minutes. You get the thong and I’m outa
there!

Got it?

He sends a text back with lightning speed.

Xander: 9:29

Baby…you made me so happy…see you within
the hour.

Shit! Now I’d have to come up with an
excuse to leave within the hour. Mom won’t be too happy about that; I know the
party’s not going to be over until around midnight.

Whatever, I’m not scared of her; in fact,
she deserves an early departure for the shit she tried to pull earlier. She
needs to really learn a lesson.

So fuck her. I will be leaving early. Dad,
on the other hand, he’ll be upset. But, actually, I’m sure he’s drunk as a
skunk or on his way there., So he probably won’t mind too much that his
daughter, who he hasn’t seen for over five months, is leaving, and he doesn’t
know when he’s going to see her again.

It’s all okay.

I hope.

Shit. I’m a horrible daughter.

I’ll have to come up with a plan to make
it up to Dad.

Oh, and his present!! The Canadian Tire
gift card! He can totally go there tomorrow and buy things that’ll annoy Mom.

Win/win?

I think so!

I’m laughing quietly to myself when I hear
a barrage of heels walk loudly into the bathroom. It’s followed with drunken
howling. I quickly shut off my laughter as they make their way inside.

“Ruthie!” One of them screeches loudly as
if she can’t believe something.

“Shush! Don’t bring attention to us,
Francine; it was an accident!” The other hisses back more quietly. Which isn’t
saying much, because that first one practically screamed.

Must be some of Mom’s friends; perhaps the
alcohol and the Botox mixture didn’t go so well for them. It’s made them
crazier.

Ruthie and Francine…do I remember them? A
memory flashes in an instant as images from last summer come to mind. Mom was
having one of her summer parties, and one of her many divorced friends came
over wearing a scantily short dress with her boobs popping out. No wait, there
were two of them, and the dresses they were wearing were a size too small for
them. They were out on the hunt, and Mom was taking them around introducing
them to all the singles.

Mom was a Madame in her own right that
night. In fact, I should have expressed that thought with her that night in
front of everyone. I’m sure she’d have loved the recognition.

Really!

It would have been a world-war that night
if I had.

Damn it…always getting the genius ideas
after.

“I know it was an accident, you dirty
girl, but I can’t believe you! You just had sex with that sexy food attendant
in the back room! That was on purpose…don’t you deny it!” The one named
Francine exclaims wildly, as if she can’t believe it.

OMG! My mouth drops. No way!

The one named Ruthie squeals loudly.

Hurray for her! She got some from one of
the employees.

“It was amazing; we did it in the broom
closet and he came all over me. My vagina is still throbbing. Ohhh,” Ruthie
purrs.

Oh God…graphic images…no!

“He came all over you? You’re still
wearing your thing, right?” Francine asks in a slightly hushed tone.

Uh-oh, ladies. The cat is out of the bag.
Ruthie, you dirty slut, having unprotected sex with one of the waiters! How
scandalous!

“Of course I am. I had one put in after
Marcus and I divorced,” Ruthie answers. “I do not need a pregnancy scare. I
already have two little ones that I can’t stand to be around for too long; and
thank God, they’re at their father’s for the entire month!”

Fucking bitch!

“That’s fab. We should totally go to Vegas
next weekend!” Francine exclaims excitedly.

Totally?

“That’s an amazing idea! It’ll be so much
fun. A spur of the moment trip, maybe some of the other girls would love to
come as well,” Ruthie says happily.

“Oh! I’m so excited, shopping, dancing,
gambling, late night rendezvouses with gorgeous younger bachelors,” Francine
slurs loudly.

Stop yelling; people can hear you. Jesus,
doesn’t she have kids too?

Yes, I think she does.

“Ugh, all this talk about sexy bachelors
has me riled up all over again,” Ruthie says, then moans as her shoes click
wildly over the floor. “I’ll just take this off…don’t need it now that I’ve
decided to go catch Donald again!”

“No, you’re going back for seconds?”
Francine exclaims in disbelief.

“Darling, I’m going back for thirds!”
Ruthie purred. “Give me that empty Sears bag from your purse.”

I hear the sound of plastic crinkling.

“He came all over them!” Francine
screeches.

What?! Disgusting! I shake it off. I have
to shake it off.

“Among other places, and I loved it!”
Ruthie hisses like she’s extending her tongue in and out, and then makes
lip-smacking noises.

My eyes bulge.

Shake it off…shake it off, Marisa.

NO!