Theresa gratefully drained the alcohol down her throat as Whitney chattered about her breakup with Chad.
Fox peered over at Theresa and saw that she was completely out of it.
She loved him.
He could see it in her eyes. She was so jealous that Whitney was back that it was driving her insane.
"I'm afraid I'll never find anyone else to love." Whitney sighed dramatically.
"She wants to be the center of attention. Typical." Theresa slurred under her breath.
"What was that Theresa?" Whitney asked as all eyes laid on her.
Theresa looked up, surprised that her words were audible.
"Um, I said that it's not true that you won't find anyone else..." she lied, "after all, there's still Fox."
Fox's eyes widened as she referred to him. He could sense the bitterness in her voice as if a catfight were to begin.
"Fox?" Whitney repeated as she stared at him. "You mean to tell me you're not with your mystery woman?"
"Unfortunately." Theresa licked her lips as she stood up for a refill. "His mystery woman's married. Or should I say, was married."
"Poor Fox!" Whitney crooned. "Who is she? Did he finally tell you?"
"Oh, you bet he did!" she frowned. "You know her very well."
Fox darted a frightful glare at Theresa as he realized she was going to tell the truth.
"Well, it's never going to happen between us, so it really doesn't matter anymore." He quickly said.
"Oh come on! I've been dying to know." Whitney whined.
"Oh believe me, you'll die when you hear." Theresa thought to herself.
"You." Theresa finally said. "Whitney Russell. The apple of Fox's eye. The path that led to his destruction. You were his mystery woman."
"I'd like to speak to Theresa privately." Fox interjected as he pulled her out of the room.
"What are you doing?" he jeered.
"She's free now Fox. Make your move… you know you want her." She whispered sarcastically.
"Theresa, you know exactly who I want." He argued.
"I'm married, Fox." Theresa said hurtfully. "Whitney helped distract you from me years ago, I'm sure she can do it again."
She quickly waltzed away from Fox and into the room where Whitney and Dylan were so avidly chatting.
"Why is he staring at her like that?'' Theresa thought. "She's nothing special."
"Ahem." Theresa cleared her throat. "I'm ready to go home now."
"Uh, yeah." Dylan said slowly as he jumped to her side. "It was nice meeting you, Whitney."
"The pleasure was all mine." Whitney replied sweetly.
Theresa turned around and stuck her finger in her mouth.
"Does she have to act so perfect?" she gagged.
"Goodnight." Theresa said less sweetly as she turned to look at Fox and Whitney. "Have fun catching up."
"What was that all about?" Dylan asked as he yanked off his tie when they arrived home.
"What are you talking about?" Theresa asked innocently.
"The whole thing with Fox and Whitney." He replied.
"Nothing."
"Whatever." He said not believing her. "I could tell you were jealous. Don't think I didn't see you and Fox staring at each other all night. It was driving me insane."
"Yeah, and what about 'it was nice meeting you Whitney'" Theresa mocked him.
"It's called being a gentleman." He shot back.
"So I guess according to Cosmopolitan, the true gentleman pushes his best friends buttons, yells at his wife in front of his best friend, tells his best friend he's not capable of love, and sucks up to the best friend of his wife. Some gentleman." She said angrily as she sat down on the bed.
"I'm trying to be as much as a gentleman as I can be knowing that my wife has a history with my best friend and is still in love with him!" he defended himself.
"You're so pompous." Theresa spat as she crossed her arms.
"I could say the same about yourself! It's all about Theresa. Aw, the stupid winch who stole your ex boyfriend's heart is back in town. Let's make them both rot in self misery and worry nothing about the husband who works his butt off to be the proper gentleman to the woman he married!"
"You're just jealous." She taunted him angrily.
Dylan paused and then sat down on the bed in front of her. "Do you love him?"
"I loved Fox." She smirked, seeing the way it was sending sparks out of his ears.
"But do you love him now?" he demanded.
"No one ever stops caring about a past love, do you?" she said turning to look at him.
"Dammit, answer my question Theresa!"
"Fine! You want my answer Dylan?" she screamed back at him. "Yes! Yes I still love him! I never stopped!"
"Stupid whore!" he raged as his hand hit her cheek.
Theresa sat stiffly as his mark stung her face. "That's what I love about Fox." She said intentionally. "He would never hurt me."
