Hey guys... well... here's chapter 7... I hope you all enjoy it... please review! (o)
Siren
Chapter7 - Riddle Me This...
She walked into the hotel and took off her sunglasses. As her heels clicked on the marble floor, faces turned to see the attractive red head walking as if she were on the runway. If only beauty weren't skin deep. Catherine Bloom was an attractive woman, with good taste... most of the time. She had gained the reputation of only going out with the richest of the rich after the war had been over. She had admirers left and right vying for her attention. At one point she was seen with a different man every week, and it was said that no man could capture her heart. No man except Quatre Winner. When they had been caught together having dinner it had caused an uproar in the society pages, as well as with the elite socialites of the Earth and Colonies. Some of the uproar was caused because Quatre Winner was the sole heir to the Winner fortune and the Winner Foundation, among other things, and Catherine was considered... well, circus trash, for a lack of a better word. What really had caused the uproar, however, was that this union signified the end of one of the most rumored about relationships, the one Quatre Winner had with the sole heir of the Catalonia and Bellamont fortunes, Dorothy Catalonia. It was never made clear whether Dorothy and Quatre had ever been an item, whenever they were caught together they seemed to have a somewhat solid reason, other than that they were dating, for being seen out and about.
After Catherine and Quatre were discovered to be dating, rumors began to spread that Catherine had gotten in Dorothy's way. Catherine never bothered paying attention to the rumors, true as they were, because in the end she had landed the big fish. Quatre.
Catherine walked up to the front desk with her usual cynical smile and bad hair-do. She straightened her jacket and cleared her throat. "Good afternoon, I'm here to see a Mr. Quatre Winner."
The receptionist looked at her and smiled. "May I ask who wants to see him?"
His future wife, you moron. "A friend. Just... a friend."
"I'm sorry miss, but I'm under the instructions that no one without identification is allowed to visit Mr. Winner in his private suite."
"Catherine Bloom."
The receptionist typed in her name, and after a few seconds looked up at Catherine. "I'm sorry Ms. Bloom, but according to my files, you are not on any of the authorized personnel lists to visit Mr. Winner. You'll have to wait until Agent Catalonia returns so she can give you permission. Otherwise, my hands are tied."
Catherine narrowed her eyes, and read the receptionist's name tag. "Listen here... Amelia, I am a very intimate friend of Mr. Winner's. He'll be very displeased if he finds out that I'm not being let up to his room. I'm pretty sure the owner of this hotel won't like it one bit if he looses his most important client. So... give me his room number."
"There is no need to raise your voice miss. I'm sorry, but I'm under strict Preventer orders. So if you'll excuse me, there's a couple behind you that needs to check in." Answered the receptionist in a cool manner.
Catherine slammed her hand on the desk and turned around to leave.
"Oh, and Ms. Bloom?" The receptionist called.
"What!" Catherine asked turning around yet again.
"For your information, Mr. Winner is not this hotel's most important client. Milliardo Peacecraft is. Have a nice day!"
Catherine walked away, fuming at the audacity of the receptionist. Immature piece of... ugh!
As she stepped out of the hotel she took out her cell phone and dialed her brother's number. "Trowa, I'm out." By the time she had ended the call Trowa was already there waiting for her in the car.
Catherine got in the passenger seat and put her seatbelt on. She took in a deep breath smiled. No need to worry or frown Catherine, you don't want to get wrinkles at your young age, and it's not like Quatre's going anywhere. Although she was displeased at the fact that she did not get the chance to see Quatre, it still wasn't enough rain on her parade, because Catherine was going to get exactly what she wanted. One day is nothing, because I finally have my trump card.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get my address?" Dorothy looked at Milliardo, and walked past him to the door of her apartment.
"My, my, my. Feisty as ever aren't we?" Milliardo said as he curled his lips into a smile. "We haven't seen each other in a long time Ginger." He took in the sight of her and smiled. Dorothy was definitely the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her porcelain skin and sun kissed hair made her look like a doll on display. And her character... well, to him that was the most attractive part of her.
"It's Dorothy you idiot. I suggest you keep those 'pet' names for when you need them; for example, when you're ending you're next marriage by sleeping with your new mistress." Dorothy rolled her eyes and sighed. "What the hell do you want? Don't wifeless, childless bastards like you live inside some sort of library drinking their lives away? Did you loose your way to the library in that maze of yours that you call a house?"
"Can't a man try to ignite an old flame?" Milliardo asked slyly.
"Not when only ashes are left. But when it comes to you... there's not even that." Dorothy answered... annoyed. Ugh... this man couldn't show up at a worse time.
Milliardo moved closer to Dorothy and put his index finger under her chin to lift it up. "So tell me dear, sweet Dorothy; what is left from our old... liaison?"
Dorothy scoffed and shoved his hand from under her chin. "A bitter taste in my mouth. Whatever you and I had went up in flames ages ago."
"You know..." Milliardo said as he leaned down, and inched his face closer to Dorothy's. "Rumor had it that the devil was in your kiss. Now tell me... is that why I can't seem to want to let go of you? Is it that your kiss is some sort of addiction for me? A temptation no man should ever experience."
"No, it's because you have a hard time leaving your pants on. No, that's not it right? It must be because your pants seem to always run away from you at the right time. Hmmm? And I suggest you cut that 'devil in you kiss' crap out. It's not flattering, for either of us. Those cheap lines don't work on women."
Milliardo chuckled and gave Dorothy some space. "It's good to see some things haven't changed. Here." He gave her an invitation. "Relena's engagement party."
Dorothy turned around and unlocked the door to her apartment. She entered the apartment and turned around. "You know," he heard her words and turned around to face her. "You're wrong."
He looked at her and gave her a cold smile. "About?"
"If things hadn't changed, you and I would have been tangled in my bed sheets before the first words ever left my mouth." With that she slammed the door. The nerve of that man... calling me Ginger. Dorothy shivered and headed to the kitchen. Coffee time.
As she began opening the kitchen cabinets, she looked at her wrist watch. Hmm... I should get to showering, don't feel like being in this apartment right now.
She closed the cabinet and went to sit on the counter. So much for showering. She took the invitation in her hands, opened the envelope, and read. Heero Yui and Relena Peacecraft cordially invite you... She put the invitation aside and sighed. So they're finally doing it huh? Dorothy looked at her wall calendar. Four days left... Four days left till I turn 25. This is ridiculous.
She got up and made her way to her room and past her favorite lamp. When she had reached the door of her room, she turned around and went back into the living room and looked at the lamp. Wait a minute... This isn't my lamp-- Duo!
Quatre paced back and forth in his suite. Constantly running a hand through his hair. I'm sure it had an effect on her. I'm positive, I know her like the back of my hand. He stopped pacing when he realized something. She's playing hard to get. She's trying to look tough... Or maybe she is over me. He laughed. This is driving me insane. He took his wallet out of his back pocked, and took out a picture of Dorothy from it. He sighed and put the picture back in the wallet. One of these days...
Quatre looked around the suite and sighed. It was pretty big and comfortable, and yet very small and restricting at the same time. He made his way through the room until he reached the Venetian windows and entered the balcony. He looked at all the park that was in front of the hotel and sighed. He took out a cigarette, lit it up, and began to smoke. So much for having kicked that habit. He sat in the chair Dorothy had been sitting in earlier and rested his elbows on the table. Why is it so hard for you to just tell me what it was that I did wrong? Why did you break off our engagement Dorothy? When he had finished his cigarette he put it out and went back into the room.
Just then he heard something out in the hall, and decided to see what it was. When he opened the door, he saw it was two Preventer officers... racing... outside his room. Can this possibly be anymore juvenile?
When the officers saw him they stopped and saluted, a bit embarrassed. Then the female officer proceeded to introduce herself and her partner to Quatre. "Hello, Mr. Winner, this is my partner Officer Casey Alexander, and I'm Mi--"
"Mia Deveroux." Quatre interrupted.
Officer Deveroux looked at him and smiled. "So you do remember me."
Quatre smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes of course. How could I forget, your mother was an intimate friend of grandfather's." Quatre looked inside his suite and sighed. I have to get my mind off of Dorothy for a while. "Do you think it would be okay if you joined me for some tea? I'm awfully bored in this suite."
Mia looked at Casey, then at Quatre. Casey nodded. "If it's only for a little while." Quatre stepped aside and let her through.
I don't have time to deal with this right now... How could I fall asleep in the tub like that? Have I really been that tired? Dorothy walked past the lamp again and rolled her eyes. I didn't even get the chance to call Duo. How could he be so stupid as to think that I wouldn't notice my own lamp wasn't my lamp? I swear that man has stupid written all over his face. I don't have time to deal with this right now... How could I fall asleep in the tub like that? Have I really been that tired? Dorothy walked past the lamp again and rolled her eyes.
As she reached the door to exit her apartment, Dorothy heard the phone ring. Are you serious? She turned around and headed for the phone. Who the hell's calling now? I swear to God if it's Duo... "Hello? State your business quickly, I'm in a hurry."
"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Miss Preventer Agent herself."
Dorothy couldn't believe it. "What the hell do you want Catherine?" Talk about a bad day, and bad timing for that matter.
"Well, to be the first to give you the good news Dorothy."
Even her voice disgusts me. "And what would that be little Miss Circus Trash? Did you finally decide to become a man?" Dorothy answered with fake enthusiasm.
Catherine laughed, making Dorothy's stomach do flips. "Hmm... see? Now thanks to your little smart mouth, little Miss Preventer Agent isn't going to get to hear the good news."
"Oh darn!" Dorothy exclaimed sarcastically. "It's actually kind of funny that you think I give a rat's ass about what goes on in that little miserable world of yours that you so adamantly call a life."
"Oh Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy. You better begin to care about what goes on in my life."
"No thank you. Now get to the point, I'm in a hurry." Dorothy said, about to loose her temper.
"No, I'll let you figure out what the point is. I'll give you a clue. What is the one thing, besides your stupid pride of course, that will never let you be with Quatre again? When you figure it out, give me a call. I'm pretty sure you're capable of finding out what my number is." Click.
Dorothy looked at the phone in her hand. What is this psycho babbling about now?