Page 4 of A Linton Scandal

“Then, while Sophie, and I thought you, our little sister; was being a responsible drinker. Your were drinking so much you got caught by some beast,” Noah said.

I silently stared at him before deciding to ignore him, I spotted the waitress with our food headed our way. “Let’s talk more about this later, for now let’s focus on eating.”

“Sure,” he said and before I could stop him, he’d taken his phone out of his pocket, pressed the number 3 and the next thing I heard was. “Sophie, Juliette just told me she’s pregnant. You need to come here now, it’s an emergency.”

At that very moment, I tried to remember why I’d become friends with this oversized busy body seated across from me. But for now, I wouldn’t take the plate seated between us and bash it against his hard skull. Something told me it wouldn’t hurt him anyway.

“You know what, Noah, never mind,” I said, completely exasperated.

To be honest a part of me felt a small glimmer of happiness at having Noah and Sophie as my friends, though I would die before I told the two busy bodies that. They’d been disrupting my life since I was eighteen and I couldn’t ask for a better set of people. As far as I was concerned these two were all the family I needed. Because of this, I was willing to listen to Noah’s nagging, along with Sophie’s a few minutes later once she arrived looking like she’d ran all the way to the restaurant.

An hour later, I’d promised her for the third time that I’d let her know my choice for the future before I went back to the doctors. I frowned thinking about how awkward it would be to go back, especially after I’d ran out of there as if there had been dogs chasing me.

Walking towards my car, I pulled my keys out of my purse, my eyes landing on a six-pointed star shaped charm that hung down from it. It was made of dark silver material that added depth to the little purple stones that covered it. When I flipped it over there was a design that reminded me of a sigil.

It was the only thing I had left from my one-night stand. I’d found it caught in my dress. I’d been a complete emotional wreck that night. Though not many people would have noticed. To everyone else I’d looked like a girl, who was coming to grips with a crush that was never fulfilled.

But if Noah and Sophie ever learned the truth, they’d probably kill Daniel. Not that I would tell anyone about our past terrible relationship, that bitter piece of my heart I kept buried deep. And that night, I’d decided on ending any ties I had with that ruthless man.

I’d gone with Monica to the Sky Lounge to drink my sorrows away, though usually I wouldn’t be caught dead in such a high-class bar. But she’d promised me a good time, and the minute I saw the beautiful bottles of liquor decorating the back of the bar, I’d become determined to try every single one and deal with the repercussions of throwing it all up in the morning along with my feelings.

A few minutes later, I had obnoxiously gotten on top the bar and started belting the smooth lines to “Prisoner of love.” I could loosely remember Monica trying to get me to come down, and me being incredibly determined to show the audience what I had even though I probably had screwed up the entire song.

After that, there was a brief memory of grabbing a bottle filled with something blue off a passing waiter’s tray, and pouring it in my empty glass only for him to huffily take the bottle back. Turns out I’d stolen a shot of something unbelievably valuable because the next morning when I looked at my bank account, I felt a pang in my heart.

The last thing I could remember was a man whispering something in my ear, sometimes it felt like he was demanding something from me other times it nearly sounded like begging. I flushed, to be honest I’d never been so well fucked in my life. Even now the blurry memory made me tighten my thighs together.

A part of me had sort of felt a bit of longing to meet the person I’d slept with that night. However, another part of me, the young girl who’d watched Chocolate with her mother, more than a thousand times and sadly had her heart broken while striving for her goals, was more than happy she hadn’t met the person when she woke up.

Whether I kept the child or not, I only had to deal with myself and my choice and for me that worked out fine. I was used to making difficult choices alone anyway.

Two Choices

Mihai

“You’ve two choices Davis, and that’s either sign the contract sitting before you or be the hottest topic on the morning news tomorrow,” I said to the man seated across from me. “I don’t know why you’re not eager, after all if you’re going to be in someone’s pocket it might as well be mine.”

Davis, the Chief of Police glared at me, but there wasn’t anything he could do. It wasn’t my fault he’d gotten a taste for taking bribes to cover up some of his close friend’s crimes and gotten a bit too arrogant. Arrogant to the point he’d thought he’d bought the tongues of every Madame on the east coast. Sadly, he couldn’t afford to pay them as much as I could.

“You bastard, do you really think you can get away with this?” he demanded angrily, a bit of spit slipping out of his mouth. His head shined from his nervous sweating, for the third time he’d wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.

“Why do they say the same thing every damn time?”

I was the only bastard who could get away with this. I was bigger than that, the last time I’d had to kiss someone’s ass had been my mother’s and that had been regarding getting another piece of cake.

My father had taught me the rules of society when I was a child, and there was no one above my family, we are the strongest in every situation. I bowed to no one, and I would never do it, not even to some pissed drug lord’s dog who’d bitten off more than he could chew.

“Nao, give Mr. Davis his check.” I said, not bothering to respond to Davis’ little threat. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his job, I’d already spoken to a few of the City Council members about him and they’d found it in their best interest to abandon him. After all, I didn’t need a dog, who could be bought working under me for too long.

Seeing that I wasn’t going to give his threat any attention, he grumbled as he grabbed the pen seated next to the contract and signed it, “Damn you, Linton.”

Nao moved to his side and picked up the contract. Placing the envelope with my signature on the table.

Davis pig-like fingers eagerly picked it up, as he snorted getting to his feet. It was amusing to watch a bottom feeder try to act arrogant after eating shit.

“I hope—” “Leave.”

Time is money, and Davis had wasted more than enough of my time. He stuttered as two of my security guards walked forward and stood by his side, dwarfing his five-six height. To others he was someone impressive, to me he was nothing.

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