standard disclaimer I dont own the chracters
Later that night
I love my life. I have the perfect job, friends who love me and the a perfect fiance. My life is a bubble of perfect. Which coincides with my job, brides expect perfection. And I expect it to from my staff, and unrealistically sometimes from my friends. So when I walk into my perfect bedroom of my perfect Beverley Hills home and find my perfect fiance skrewing my perfect maid. I guess you can say I kinda lost it. So not perfect.
"YOU'VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I screamed. That got their attention. Now all I see were limbs flailing and sheets tangling as they tried to find themselves out of the situation they put themselves in.
"Serena its not what it looks like". My fiance stated. As he was trying to find his clothes that were thrown hazardously around.
"Not what it looks like? Seyia NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?! Cause it looks to me like your fucking MY maid, on MY bed!" Histaracle I know but the shit hadn't hit the fan yet. I picked up the heaviest thing I could find in my range which happened to be a very expensive Tiffany lamp given to me by Eva Longoria on her first marriage to Tony Parker, and I threw it at him. What was that gasp for it missed him not for a lack of trying I was aiming for his damn head.
"Serena just calm down for a sec. We can talk about this" he dodged another lamp might as well make it the matching set. On the sidlines watching my rampage was my maid Sarah.
"Talk about this talk about this what is there to talk about?" I found a few things on my vanity and began to add those to the mix. I see sarah trying to ease her way out of my room wrapped in my sheets "Where in the hell do you think your going Sarah?"
"Ms. Serena im so sorry" then she tried to bolt from the room,
"Ohh hell no you don't" I stop her before she made it. I guess in hindsight I could've maybe even should have let her leave but I was seeing red. I pulled the sheet she had cluthed around her torso off of her "this is Egyptian Silk it cost two thosand dollars and after you've taken my fiance ill be damned if you take anything else from this house. So you may go just as you are but the sheet stays,"
"but but but" she stuttered.
"No buts just get the hell out and while your at it take HIM with you" I stated. Seiya had a hurtful look, but how dare he act as if he was the one hurt tonight. He said nothing else to me as he and Sarah walked out of the room. All I heard was the resounding thud of the front door slamming before I slumped down and cried into my floor.
Well after a few hours of that I needed to get out of this space. My perfect home was tainted. And I came to the conclusion that I needed a drink, and im not talking about a glass of water or juice. I wanted a glass of whiskey. And since im not normally a drinker I needed to find a bar to to quinch this feeling I desired.
Smeared maskera and all I drive around town till I find this little rinky-dink bar on the outsides of Beverley Hills. Notnthe type of establishment I would normally frequent, but that was what i was looking for, depressed or not I had a reputation to protect and I couldn't be seen sloshed in my regular watering holes. So thats how I found The Dusty Rose.
Two beers, four shots of whiskey, three shots of vodka. No need to say I was wasted totally and completly intoxicated, inebriated, smashed and any other word you could use for drunk.
How could this happen to me, I was a good person I made other peoples dreams come true by planning some of the best events some people would ever attend. I wasca good fiance the sex hadnt gone out of our relationship. His mom, and dad loved me, younger brothers adored me.
In the middle of my thoughts somebody took the seat next to me.
"You know talking about it is usually better than drinking yourself into a coma" the stranger stated.
"yeah well I think drinking myself into a coma is better than talking about it" I hadn't even turned to look at him, but I threw another shot back.
"let me guess? Got fired from work." Shook my head no " ummm cat died" another no "ohh I get it boyfriend cheated". I popped my head up to stare into the most gorgeous pair of dark sapphire eyes that looked like the sky on a stormy night.
"Fiance, he was my fiance" I slurred a bit but considering how much I drank I think I did pretty well in my response.
"he was an idiot, anyone who would cheat on such a beautiful woman didnt deserve you" that comment actually made me blush.
I reached out my hand " my names Darien" he stated.
I gave him a small smile and placed my smaller one in his "Serena"