Pour Me a Drink
Chapter Seven: Isabella's P.O.V.
The next day was Sunday so the club was closed and I was allowing myself to have a much needed relaxing soak in the hot tub with a bottle of white wine at my disposal. I poured myself a glass as I began to think about when I would put my plan into action. Stephanie had flown down to Maui to hang out with some of her girlfriends and to make sure her reservations were intact for her wedding which was set to take place there in a matter of months. She had invited me to come along but I refused. Quite frankly, I had bigger fish to fry. Since it was just Randy and me left alone in the house, he would surely try to make another move on me and when he did, I would explain my terms if he wanted to keep this little fuck-fest going on. I smiled to myself as I took in the beautiful afternoon St. Louis sun. For me, this was a win-win situation. I would either get a lot of money out of the deal or I'd finally get that bastard Orton to leave me alone. And speak of the devil…
I looked up as the back door opened and out walked Randy in nothing but his swimming trunks and a wine glass in hand. He wordlessly handed it to me and I reluctantly poured him some before he climbed into the hot tub beside me.
"You know," I spoke to him, "I was really looking forward to some time alone."
After taking a sip of his wine, he gave me that arrogant, trademark smirk of his. "Actually, so was I. I have to admit, Bella, you've been driving me crazy ever since you've been here and, uh you happen to be driving me crazy right now."
God, this guy made me want to fucking vomit. "Alone as in just me, Orton. No you."
"Listen, Bella," he said, moving closer to me and putting his arm around my shoulders. "I know things between you and I have been tense the last couple of days, but you have to admit that we've had some really great times. Like the time in the liquor shop and then yesterday in my office. You can't really deny that you liked it. And, now that we're here and alone, we could make another memorable moment."
"Yeah, because that's all you last. A moment."
"Oh, honey, you know I could last all day and all night. You want to give it a try? I'm game if you are." he questioned, brushing a piece of stray hair behind my ear.
I distinctly remember throwing up in my mouth just a little bit, but I knew I had to keep my composure in order to get what I wanted. So instead of telling him off like I normally would do, I arched an eyebrow and gave him a little devilish smile. "You know, you might just have a good idea there, Orton." I set my wine glass on the edge of the hot tub and straddled his waist before placing my lips on his. I had to give it to the man; he was one hell of a damn kisser. I pulled away a few seconds later and looked him in his icy blue eyes. "I've been thinking about what you said, Randy, about keeping this a secret from Steph."
"And exactly what have you been thinking?" he asked while his hand moved to my back and untied my bathing suit top.
"I've been thinking that maybe you're right and we shouldn't tell her."
"I knew that sooner or later, you'd see things my way," he smirked as he lifted my top up over my head. "Now, let's get back to business," he said and began kissing my collarbone.
"But," I said, pushing away from him, "Steph is my best friend and I kind of feel really bad for keeping this type of secret from her and I think I need a little something to make me feel better about it."
"If you would stop talking, I would give you something to make you feel better," he told me, his hands running across my breasts and down to the bottoms of my swimming suit. I could feel his hardness underneath me and quite frankly, it was actually turning me on, but I had to stay focused. "If you thought those first two times were amazing, you ain't seen nothing yet. Hot tubs are my forte."
"Actually, Orton, I was thinking more a long the lines of a raise in my paycheck."
"What?"
"I was hoping that in order for me to keep my fucking mouth shut about this little affair you and I have going on, you'd stuff it full of money."
"I'd rather stuff it full of something else. You know I'm more than a mouthful," he said and began to kiss my neck.
"I don't think you're getting my drift, Randy," I said, disgusted and pushing his head away from me. "You're going to fucking pay me to keep me from telling Steph. And if you don't then I guess your engagement and all that extra money that comes along with you getting married to her are getting flushed down the goddamn toilet."
"Are you trying to blackmail me, Bella?" he chuckled to himself before grabbing his wine glass and taking a drink.
"I wouldn't say that. I would call it, protecting both of our interests. You want to stay with Steph and I want some more money. Sounds fair to me."
"You're serious aren't you?"
"As a heart attack. So, what do you say?"
"I say hell no," Randy said before pushing me off of his lap.
"Have it your way." I grabbed my bathing suit top and put it back on before walking into the house, grabbing my new cell phone and returning to the hot tub area. I began dialing numbers as Randy watched on.
"Who are you calling?"
"Take a guess."
His confident smirk disappeared as he stood up in the hot tub and taking my phone away, snapped it shut. "How much?"
"Excuse me?"
"How much money am I going to have to fork out for you to keep your fucking mouth shut?"
I looked up at the summer sky thoughtfully. "Let's see, you've put the moves on me twice. The first time you slammed me up against a shelf of liquor bottles causing me to look like I got attacked by Jason and his machete and then later on in the afternoon, you bruised my arms by threatening me. I think that's worth a good ten grand."
"Fuck that."
"Okay," I said, snatching my phone back and opening it up. "I'm kind of new at this whole cell phone thing. Do you just press the green button to get your recent calls list?"
Before I could react, my cell phone was thrown up against the side of the house and had shattered into who knows how many pieces. Randy climbed out of the hot tub and stormed inside slamming the door behind him. I followed him all the way down to his office where he opened up a safe and handed me a wad of cash. He stood and watched me as I counted it.
"Happy now?" he asked bitterly.
"Actually, I was wondering if you're going to pay for my cell phone that you demolished."
"You have plenty of money now to buy your own fucking cell phone."
"But, ten grand was what I wanted before you broke my phone and it was one of the new fancy iPhones so it set me back quite a pretty penny. It was one of those five hundred dollar ones."
Randy rolled his eyes at me, undoubtedly wanting me to shut the fuck up and reached back in the safe and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. "There, are you happy now?"
"Well…" I trailed off.
"What now?"
"There was the activation fee and the money I paid to have my favorite songs put on there and the internet access and…" Before I could continue another five hundred dollars was shoved into my arms. I smiled up at my boss. "I'm glad you've seen things my way. This should hold me off until you want to resume our little fuck-fest."
I turned and walked out of his office and up to my room. As soon as I closed my door and made sure that it was securely locked, I threw the money in the air and let if fall all around me. I loved the fact that I was going to end up one rich bitch.
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