You have got to be fucking kidding me

"If you kill her in the back I can clean your mess" Athena mutters taking a sip of her whiskey as we both glare daggers at the back of that bitch in white, not Ivy but Regina.

Her arm around Sebastian's as their backs face us and they talk to some other couple.

I made it really clear that no one was to wear white, no fucking one, and this bitch shows up in this white dress-which is actually horrible. I'd use that to wipe my ass with.

"She did not" Akira gasps walking to us and Athena sighs, Dominico following behind her like a lost puppy before ordering a drink from the bar.

"I thought no one was wearing white" Dominico states following our gaze on Regina, Akira grabs Dominco's Bacardi and takes a sip. "Who has a knife?" Akira asks, leaning against the bar.

"I have a gun?" Dominico shrugs offering and we all ignore him

"Drop red wine on her dress" Athena says calmly sipping on her vodka, a smirk on her lips as her eyes are on the bitch and she talks slowly.

My eyes snap to Akira and we both smirk. I turn around to the bar and give the female bartender who's looked at my boobs more times than I can count, "can I have a glass of red wine?" I ask nicely and she nods, quickly pouring me some in a wine glass.

"Showtime" Akira throws down the rest of Dominico's drink down her throat before shoving the glass back into his chest and she links her arm with mine.

"Okay, you go distract and bring her to the bathroom hallway. Be there" she says and my eyes widen, "you distract" I glare at her eyes and she mutters 'pussy' before fluffing her hair like she does before walking the runway and walks towards them as the couple they were talking to walks off.

I watch as Akira's face twists in confusion when Regina hugs her to her chest and smiles big, my eyes widen when Sebastian looks over his shoulder I turn on my heel and walk to the hallway of the bathroom.

Okay, I'll act like I'm looking down and walking when someone walks down the hallway and bump into them. Then boom, the wine will be all over her and she'll leave.

Easy.

Simple.

You're also blond.

What does that have to do with this?

I look down and pull up my phone scrolling through my phone quickly as I look down and start walking straight, we're too fucking good.

But if one drop touches my dress I will end the Regina fucker.

I keep watching and suddenly I bump into someone taking it as my que and tilting the wine glass and gasping, my eyes widen and I suck in a sharp breath when I look up and see someone that I really wished was not here right now.

"What the fuck" Sebastian scowls at me, my eyes flicker to the wine soaking his navy blue dress shirt under his blazer and I look over his shoulder to see Akira's mouth open in shock as she grabs Regina, keeping her from looking back at me.

Fuck, take two?

But if she sees me here she'll know the sabotage we're attempting and then-"Abby" Sebastian brings me out of my thoughts, I clear my throat and look up at him with a glare.

"You bumped into me"

His mouth opens but he closes it again and I see his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek before he roughly grabs my forearm. I give Akira one last look telling her it's all her along with a sorry look when Regina keeps talking to her.

Suddenly I'm pushed into the washroom and I hear the click of the lock, I look up to meet his harsh eyes and he glares down at me. "I'll ask again, what are you doing?"

He clearly knows.

"If you already know then stop making me waste my time" I answer, yanking my arm out of his grasp, thankful that the wound is healed or else that would have hurt. He grabs the wine glass from me and places it on the sink counter.

I roll my eyes and try leaving only for him to grab my wrist and twist lightly before pinning it behind me, he presses my own wrist back against the curve of my ass as he pulls me towards him.

The wet material of his shirt allows the outline of his abs to show through his shirt, "I already tried telling her to change, she won't listen" he says and I glare at him trying to get him to let go of me.

"Sometimes you need to twist the rules a bit, Sebastian" I grit. He asked, she said no and he went with it? Really down deep for that date of his, isn't he?

Good for him.

His jaw locks, "I thought we went over this?" he asks referring to me calling him his full name and I scoff, sorry not sorry but when you go around with other girls my petty ass won't call you the nickname I fucking moaned.

"Your date wouldn't like it if she saw us here" I taunt him, bitterness and annoyance laced in my voice. Why the hell am I so pissed about him with another girl? Get your shit together Abby.

Suddenly his face relaxes and a smirk fights on his lips as he lets go, taking a step towards me. My eyebrows furrow and I take one back.

His hands go to his blazer and he pulls it off before dropping it on the clean black tiles, "is that what this is about?" he asks as his fingers undo the buttons of his shirt.

My eyes snap to his and he raises an eyebrow, "what?" I ask, why is it so hot in here?

I watch as he tugs off the wet shirt to fall right to the floor and my back hits a wall, he only walks closer until he's standing right in front of me, the tip of his shoes touching the tip of my heels and I watch his hand come up.

His hand lands under my jaw and he forces me to look up at him, "don't play dumb" he whispers and I suck in a small breath, the way his tongue pokes out to swipe against his bottom lip reminds me of how it flicked against my breasts that day.

How it was thrusting inside me...

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I mutter, I am not jealous he is with another woman, I do not care at all.

He can go be with whoever he wants to be.

He hums, his naked torso's heat radiating onto me as his index finger touches the skin of my neck. Lightly he runs his finger down my neck leaving a trail of fucking fire, "yeah?" he asks and I let out a shaky exhale nodding.

"Don't lie to me, Ximena" he demands, his finger just goes lower and lower until it's running along my collarbones. His deep blue eyes aren't meeting mine, they're wherever his finger is and I fist my hands at my sides.

Tilting my head the slightest bit, "I should go" I breathe out but my eyes flutter shut when his finger runs across the top of my dress where the neckline is. My hands are now on the sides of his torso as the slight smell of wine comes off him.

"Why are you jealous Abby?" he asks under his breath, his hand quickly moves off my skin and his finger hooks under my jaw forcing my eyes on him.

My jaw clenches, "I'm not" I defend myself. I could care less if he wants to go around with some bitch, holding hands, walking together, going to parties as each other's fucking dates. It doesn't affect me to see him with anyone else.

I do not care if that woman is all over him, he probably loves it too, I bet she gives him everything he wants-she probably kisses him...

His soft lips, fuck-she is not allowed kissing him-"so you wouldn't care if I fucked her?" he asks dryly.

My acrylics dig into my palms as I force a smile on my lips, "have fun, Sebastian" I choke out but the thought of anyone else in his bed, with him, naked and his lips all over her body makes me want to throw up.

"What if I put my lips on her-" he pauses leaning forward and gasp leaves my lips when his head dips and he places a kiss under my jaw, "-like this, hold her like this" he says and then his hands grab my hips firmly pulling me to him.

My eyes flutter shut when his lips don't leave my neck, tilting my head up when I feel his erection pressing against my lower stomach. "You wouldn't care?" he asks and the way his tongue moves against my skin when he places a messy kiss on my neck makes an embarrassing sound leave my lips.

I would fucking kill her.

I feel his hands move from my hips to my arms, slowly sliding his palms down my forearms. My eyes snap open when he grabs my hands and brings them up, I see my nail marks on my palms before his lips land a kiss on them, "your mouth and actions are saying different things"

"I'm only here with her because her father" he states out of nowhere, his lips going back to my neck. I thought he wouldn't let me touch him like last time, but this time he pushes my hands with his own to his shoulders.

My eyes close as my head drops back, my arms wrapping around his neck as my hands latch into his soft hair. "He forced me otherwise the russian mafia would end our alliance" he adds and my eyebrows furrow.

I go to talk but when he sucks lightly on my sweet spot all that comes out of my mouth is a small whimper, his hands roaming my body slowly. "Trust me, I'd rather be here with this bitchy blond" he mutters and I scoff.

"I love bitchy blonds" I breath out tugging on his hair a bit.

"She has really nice tits though" he whisper and I gasp when I feel his hand grip my fucking tit over my dress, "and a hell of an ass" he adds groping my ass cheek in his hand and I pull him back by his hair.

"Is that all you look at?" I glare at him, he rolls his eyes before his hands land on my waist.

"She doesn't have the belly button piercing she used to anymore" his finger runs over my stomach and I gulp. "Fakes a smile and her dimples don't pop up anymore" he adds, looking me in the eyes.

Oh

"Has the best little freckles in her hazel eyes" he whispers as his hand comes up to rest on my cheek, "she stopped dying her hair and finally left it to a beautiful sandy blond" he says before his lips land on my jaw.

"I notice a lot of things, Abby, just don't make it look like I do" he says against my jaw and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Did you take it out because of your parents?" he asks, his other hand still on about the belly piercing he loved. And yes I did, they said it made me look like a slut.

"Ivy is probably waiting for us" I whisper, changing the topic when I feel my eyes go glossy, I miss him so fucking much it hurts. I don't want to let go of him, I love this feeling of him right here in my arms.

"Two minutes" I feel him nuzzle his face into my neck with a sigh, placing a small kiss on the crook of my neck as he just rests his head there.

My hands play with his hair as my eyes shut, two minutes.

His arms wrap around me and his bare torso hugs me, he is so warm it's like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a mug of hot coco in your hands, the best feeling ever.

His warmth and comforting smell fills my senses and I feel like the two minute goes by in seconds, we just stand there in each other's arms.

His lips placing small kisses on my skin as he hugs me close to him, not thinking of letting go, my arms around him and my hands playing with his soft dark brown hair.

I felt his hand in my hair, twirling a stand of my blond hair around his finger over and over again. He is the only person I let do that, I still don't know why though.

"There's a spare shirt in my car, back seat, get it for me." he clears his throat, moving back a few steps and my arms fall back to my side just to be met with his cold face. And we're back.

"Why me?" I cross my arms and watch his eyes dip as he unashamedly stares right at my tits, "who spilled wine on me?" I push my arms together more just to watch him sigh and force himself to look away.

I roll my eyes, my body still on fire from our little...Interaction before I nod and he hands me his keys from his pocket.

I go to walk out the bathroom but he grabs my arm, doesn't say a word as he grabs his clean blazer dusting it off a bit before sliding it over my shoulders and turning his back to me again.

I need a goddamn drink.

I unlock the bathroom door before storming to the bar, "whiskey, neat" I say to the bartender and she nods quickly pouring me a glass.

I grab it from her and just as I go to turn back someone bumps into me, my eyes widening when I see a white dress and I look up panicking that I spilled something on Ivy.

But it wasn't Ivy...I watch as Regina's mouth drops and my whiskey coats her dress, she clenches her jaw, "fucking bitch" she hisses at me not wanting to be embarrassed by making a scene.

I look behind her to see Akira grinning at me as she grabs Dominico's drink, he rolls his eyes.

"My bad" I murmur 'accidentally' tilting the glass and the rest of the whiskey falls all over her dress.

She pushes her hair out of her face and gives me a bitter smile, "tell my date, Seb babe I left early" she says before storming out of there.

I really hear 'tell that fucking asshole I want nothing to do with him, he is all yours' sadly I will tell him nothing though. It would embarrass the stup-poor girl.

I hear a tap on the bar and look behind me to see the bartender wink at me as another glass of whiskey sits there, "thank you" I groan under my breath picking it up and bringing it to my lips.

I walk out with the glass in my hand to get him his stupid fucking shirt.

At least the mission was achieved?