Xander Barns: Always Wanted Forever Part 11

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.

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.

Xander: 9:18 Baby, please...give me something. I was good to you...No?

Marisa: 9:20 f.u.c.k you, mother f.u.c.ker! 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 s.h.i.+t after this.

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 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?

Xander: 9:29 Baby...you made me so happy...see you within the hour.

A stampede of heels entered the bathroom, followed with drunken howling, and whoever it was stopped in front of my stall.

"Ruthie!"

"Shus.h.!.+ Don't bring attention to us, Francine; it was an accident!"

Ruthie and Francine?

A memory flashed from last summer. Mom was having one of her summer parties, and one of her many divorced friends came over wearing a tiny hooker dress with her b.o.o.bs popping out. No wait, there were two of them, and they were both dressed like twin hookers.

They were out on the hunt, and Mom had taken 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.

d.a.m.n it, I was always getting the genius ideas too late.

"Ruthie, I know it was an accident, you dirty girl, but I can't believe you! You just had s.e.x with that s.e.xy food attendant in the back room! That was on purpose...don't you deny it!"

My jaw dropped. No way! Uh-oh, ladies, the cat' s out of the bag. Ruthie, you dirty s.l.u.t, having unprotected s.e.x with one of the waiters! How scandalous!

"It was amazing; we did it in the broom closet and he came all over me. My v.a.g.i.n.a is still throbbing. Ohhh," Ruthie purred.

Oh G.o.d...graphic images...no!

"He came all over you? You're still wearing your thing, right?" Francine asked in a slightly hushed tone.

"Of course I am. I had one put in after Marcus and I divorced," Ruthie answered. "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 G.o.d, they're at their father's for the entire month!"

f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!

"That's fab. We should totally go to Vegas next weekend!" Francine exclaimed excitedly.

Totally?

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

"I'm so excited, shopping, dancing, gambling, late night f.u.c.king fests with gorgeous younger bachelors," Francine slurred loudly.

"Ugh, all this talk about s.e.xy bachelors has me riled up all over again," Ruthie said, then moaned as she stomped repeatedly. "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 exclaimed in disbelief.

"Darling, I'm going back for thirds." Ruthie purred. "Give me that small empty blue plastic bag from your purse."

Plastic crinkled.

"He came all over them!" Francine screeched.

What?

Disgusting!

Shake it off, shake that image off like your life depends on it!

"Among other places, and I loved it!" Ruthie hissed like she's extending her tongue in and out and clicking it, along with lip-smacking noises.

My eyes bulged Shake it off...shake it off!.

NO!.

"You are so bad," Francine hissed uncontrollably. "Oh my G.o.d, your black underwear has a zebra print now."

"Why do you think I'm throwing them out? I love it on me, not on my clothes," Ruthie answered, and the plastic crinkling stopped.

"Now that that's been dealt with, how about you help me find Donald? I've got something I need to tell him," Ruthie purred.

Francine gasped. "You're bringing the girls out again!"

"He seemed rather fond of them before. Why not bring them out more and watch him explode with desire? I can't wait," Ruthie purred. The sound of Francine giggling in disbelief and sheer joy dimmed out as they left the bathroom.

What the h.e.l.l was that?

I feel violated...

I should sue...

The images...

The words....

Zebra print....

I can never go to the zoo again.... NO! I love the zoo!

CURSES!.

My phone rang as I exited the stall.

Xander Barns said the caller I.D.

"What now, Xander?" I hissed through the receiver, stopping before the exit.

"Run in the parking lot before coming over." he ordered, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. "I want them nice and sweaty."

I growled into the phone, hoping his ears bled. "I'll shove them down your throat you disgusting b.i.t.c.h. Goodbye, Xander!"

Disgusted and feeling extremely violated, I ended the call and charged out of the bathroom, not looking from the floor. I b.u.mped into someone standing underneath the threshold. I glanced up and it was Ben, looking untouched.

"Why were you standing there? You scared me!" I yelled at him, stepping out of his embrace and beginning to walk away. He grabbed my arm, stopping me.

I stared at his hand like it was poison. "Take your hand off of me."

"No," Ben shook his head. "So, it makes sense now. The new dress. The new look. The ride in the SUV. Was it all from that guy, Xander?"

I leaned closer to him, looking him dead in the eyes. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Why the f.u.c.k do you care anyway?"

"Stop playing with me," Ben whispered back, pulling me closer.

"I'm not playing with you. You were set free months ago, so run along. There's nothing for you here," I hissed. "Besides, don't you have a date to get to?"

s.h.i.+t..... now he's going to know I read his email.

"So, you have been reading my emails." Ben smiled snidely, like he knew s.h.i.+t. "And you didn't feel the need to respond to them at all? That's nice, real nice, Marisa."

"I had nothing to say to you; and honestly, it confused the s.h.i.+t out of me, wondering why you were taking your princess-time emailing me," I informed him matter-of-factly. "I mean, didn't you have things to do? You know, like make out with some more short, s.k.a.n.ky redheads? I'm sure there's bound to be more than just that one from Kyle's party. What do you think, at least five left in Ottawa alone that haven't had the privilege of kissing your precious cashmere lips yet!"

Ben's face turned red.

Goal one for me!

"What did you just say?" he asked me slowly.

"You... heard.... me." I whispered back.

"I didn't cheat on you with multiple women, the girl at the party was a drunken mistake!" Ben growled.

"Not my problem anymore, what you did or you didn't do. Go kiss, go f.u.c.k, whatever, just leave me alone," I hissed at him.

He grimaced. "Is that what you really want?"

"Made that clear months ago. Guess you didn't hear me loud and clear back then when I moved to another city," I hissed, jerking my chin up at him.

"You're full of s.h.i.+t." he stated, shaking his head. "You've lost it completely. Psycho status."

I scoffed at him. "Among other things, but sure, add that to the list. I know how you love adding every con about me to it, with antic.i.p.ation every time one came up. You were always so happy to see me crash and burn in all things in my life!"

Ben lets go of my arm finally, and stepped back with his eyes widening. "You're crazy. Delusional."

"That's right...... AND PROUD OF IT!" I jerked my chin up to him. "So step aside, princess-boy, and don't let me catch you anywhere near me ever again. You've got that disease still I see, bet you thought those red spots around your lips were just pimples. My opinion, the way you've been acting lately, you best get that checked, like now."

I took a deep breath.

"You have a problem, Marisa," Ben whispered, looking at me like I was unstable.

Maybe I was..... wouldn't have it in any other way. I wanted him to think twice before speaking to me ever again.

The psycho ex-girlfriend.

"No not just 'A' problem, correction, a lot of problems. I'm a changed girl. That's right, I twitch now, and say 'f.u.c.k' and 's.h.i.+t' more when I get angry. f.u.c.k you, by the way."

"Oh, so this is you angry?" Ben stated, amusedly.

"No baby, this is not me angry. Trust me, you'll know when I scream your ear off in front of every one of those fancy-pants a.s.s-wipes back in there who think they're hot s.h.i.+t. Then you'll know what humiliation really feels like, what feeling like s.h.i.+t is like! Golden Boy!" I growled in a low voice. "Now, get out of my way."

"No," Ben shook his head.

My eyes widened. "I said, get out of my way!"

Ben shook his head again. "No."

"I will move you myself if I have to; don't play with me Ben." I threatened.

Ben scoffed at me. "Go ahead; let's see you do your worst."

"You know, you're lucky I'm wearing a dress that I love, or else I'd have tackled your a.s.s right out of my way," I explained.

Ben took a step closer, leaning in. "Trust me, baby, I almost wish you weren't wearing that dress either so you would. G.o.d knows, I've been waiting,"

"What?" I muttered confused.

Ben shrugged, giving me a snide smile. "It's too bad, different place, different time..."

"Stop saying things like that; you can't say things like that. I don't like you anymore!" I interrupted.

"You're lying," Ben stated.