Chapter 2

BILLIES POINT OF VIEW

The makeup artist ran her lipgloss over my lips one last time.

"You're so beautiful,you're easy to work with, everything suits you" She compliments me.

I smile,a self absorbed sort of smile.

"I know"

She leaves where she stood in front of the mirror and I see the transformation.

I do infact look beautiful.

I stood and one of the straps of my dress goes lower, I pull it up in place.

I shined, literally,my dress a nice burgundy color with  sequence literally sparkled, it had a front thigh high split and off shoulder straps, I showed enough cleavage to arouse curiosity but not look like a slut.

I smile at the woman in the mirror,she's the epitome of power and beauty.

Jamie knocks on the open day.

"It's time to party Miss Delaney" he says, obviously not taking my instructions to call me Billie seriously.

"How late am I ?" I ask not taking my eyes off the my image in the mirror.

"An hour and ten minutes late, everyone has arrived"

Good.

It's time to be the show stopper.

"I'll be down in two minutes, tell Mr Gregory that I expect him to meet me halfway on the staircase" I tell him.

Usually I wouldn't have to give out such instructions but Mr Gregory is an idiot and I refuse to walk down the staircase alone.

He nods and goes downstairs.

I take a deep breath and put my shoes on.

It's time to party.

I walk out of the room and head towards the staircase, I stood at the top of the staircase and waited for people to notice me.

The first person to notice was a nice looking prim lady, and her jaw dropped when she noticed me and she drew the attention of the group she was talking to towards me, and just like that everyone in the room began to turn,to behold me.

I smile as I see Mr Gregory start walking towards the staircase, I begin to walk down.

The dinner hall is quite,every eye on me.

I walk slowly, sultry, seductive.

Mr Gregory walks up the staircase and meets me halfway.

Good.

"You look astonishing" he whispers to me.

I look him straight in the eye, letting him know that I know the power my beauty has,I am not a shy timid girl  that doesn't know her worth.

We walk downward,my hand in his.

He stops at the last stair.

"Everyone, my special guest. Miss Billie Jean  Delaney!"

The crowd softly applauds.

"Now that the belle of the ball has arrived the party shall officially begin!" He announces,this time the applaud was louder.

Everyone begins to turn back to their respective conversation,but I know I'm the new hot topic on their lips.

He turns to me. "You can socialize and  talk to people,Jamie is around if you need him,we shall see each other at the end of the night"

He takes my hand to his lips and kisses the back of my hand,and with that he walks towards a group of old men.

I need a drink,I can't be in the presence of spoiled rich wives and their perverted husbands without a drink.

A waiter holding a tray of drinks passes me snd I take a glass of what I think is champagne.

I sip,it is champagne.

I suppose I should socialize and make small conversations,there is no such thing as too much connection.

I make my way to a small group of women who don't seem as old as the others in the hall.

"Hello ladies" I say and smile.

Five surprised pair of eyes meet mine.

"I hope you don't mind that I'd like to join your conversation, you all just seem so nice "  I lie,they look like uptight bitches.

The red head in the group recovers first.

"Of course we don't mind" A British accent. "I'm Belinda, delighted to make your acquaintance" she offers me a glove clad hand.

I shake it.

"Pierre is my name" the platinum blonde says.

"Jacqueline" the dirty blonde.

"Monique" brunette.

"Tamara" dark skinned, long black braids with beads at the end. She regards me with icy eyes.

I smile politely. "Those are all beautiful names,wow"

The ladies smile and with that they begin to converse with me.

Belinda is the second wife to a multimillionaire bank owner,she basically stays at home and spends his money. I've come to the conclusion she's a red head bimbo trophy wife.

Pierre's boobs are fake,thats what I noticed first, they say unnaturally high on her chest and they were way too big for her slight figure. She's dating a man in tech,new money, she has charities under her name and has given him a young daughter.

He's not going to marry her,that much is obvious, poor baby.

Jacqueline is the heiress to millions of dollars and is married to a french business man who drapes her in gold. She's a stuck up rich bitch and she wants us all to know it, she has a mean girl aura, too bad I'm meaner.

Monique is Jacqueline's best friend,they don't like Pierre, whenever she says something they exchange a look, I decide I don't like Monique either.

And finally Tamara, she's quiet and had cold calculating eyes, she's married to an old fart who's halfway in the grave.

"So what do you think Billie?" Pierre asks me bringing me back to the conversation.

I smile sweetly. "Can you repeat the question please?"

She smiles, Jacqueline and  Monique share a look.

"I was asking if you would like to be invited to my daughter's birthday party,she turns 3 in two weeks" she repeats excitedly.

"I'll have to check my schedule and let you know " I lie, I'm not going to a child's birthday party.

"What's your relationship with Mr Gregory?" Tamara blurts out.

The others looked shocked but I'm not.

I already pegged Tamara to be the type of woman who spoke her mind.

"Mr Gregory is a dear friend of mine " I reply, keeping my tone light.

"And his wife?" She asks. "Is she also a friend of yours?"

I thoroughly hate being interrogated.

"You've asked me a question,may I ask a question of mine?" I ask, ignoring the question she asked.

Her lips thin into a straight line and she nods her head, her little gold beads shaking.

"How many of your husbands children are older than you?" I ask, a sickly sweet smile on my face.

Belinda audibly gasps and Pierre looks like she'd rather be talking about her child's party.

She smiles, a small smile.

"I guess it's best if we all mind our businesses" she suggests.

I immediately decide I like Tamara Adams, however cynical she may look.

I take a sip of my champagne.

"Agreed, now if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom" I begin to walk away before any of them can say anything.

I know I've left them in awe,shock and dripping with jealousy, it's simply the Billie effect.

I notice a door leading to one of the balconies and I walk towards it, ready for a breath of fresh air.

I enter the balcony and shut the door behind me.

Immediately I smell marijuana,not very fresh air.

I turn to go back the way I came when I hear a voice.

"Why are you leaving? You look like you needed the fresh air" it says.

I look to my left and a figure leans against the wall, a blunt in between his fingers.

"The air isn't very fresh, is It?" I ask, trying to see the figure properly.

"My bad" he throws his blunt on the floor and stomps on it.

He stand properly and walks into the light.

Black hair tousled to the side, a stubble on his chin, vibrant blue eyes.

"Who are you?" I demand.

He cocks his head to the side.

"Aren't pretty women supposed to be polite?"

I looked at him, he looked like a child, nothing more than 25.

"I asked a question" I remind him, not liking the fact that he ignored my question.

He sighs. "Just when I was about to say you don't look like one of them insufferable bitches you turn out to be exactly like them"

I blink, shocked at his words.

I'm not a woman that is used to being disrespected.

"You have quite the mouth on you" I say, not showing that his words shocked me.

He shrugs. "What's your mouth good for? You know apart from sucking Gregory's dick"

I let out a breath.

"Vile and disgusting,just like all men" I turn to the door of the balcony and open it. Leaving him there.

This time I actually head to the bathroom, I need to pee.

I wash my hands and head to the door of the bathroom,I'm about to twist the door knob when I hear voices.

"I heard she's a whore and she fucks married men" one voice says.

That's one way to describe me.

"She's so effortlessly pretty though" another voice says.

Someone scoffs. "It's all makeup honey, ain't nothing pretty there"

I hear footsteps.

"Did you hear?" A voice says urgently.

"Hear what?" The voice that called me pretty asks.

"Mr Gregory's wife is hers!" It says. "She's yelling and creating a scene"

"Come on, let's go watch!" I hear footsteps scurry away.

What was Mr Gregory's wife doing here?

Maybe she heard her husband was organizing a dinner party without her.

I open the bathroom door and walk towards the hall.

Before I even enter I hear shouting.

I enter the hall and make my way to Jamie who stands beside the door.

In the middle of the hall is a short woman who has own shorts and a t-shirt with no shoes.

"This has to be bad" I say to Jamie.

He nods without looking at me.

"You disgusting vile man!" She yells pointing at her husband who looks embarrassed and tired.

"And I hear you're keeping a mistress here!" She screeches. "Where is she?"

I sigh, already know I'd been dragged into whatever was going on.

I brace myself for a scene.

She looks around frantically before laying eyes on me and recognition flashes in her eyes. It's obvious she had seen a picture of me.

You!" She shrills. She points at me and begins walking towards me.

People leave her way as she makes her way towards me.

She stops just in front of me.

"You're the bitch my husband is sleeping with!" She yells spittle comes out of her mouth.

I sigh.

"How do you sleep at night knowing you're a whore!"

I've had enough.

"I sleep with your husband beside me while you wonder why he doesn't desire your nagging ass anymore, i sleep draped in the gold your husband buys me while you buy every beauty treatment to make you look a decade younger" I smile as I speak. "News flash honey, it's not working, now stop yelling and go talk to your husband, we both know this is a show, he gives you one little piece of jewelry and you're back to being a submissive little wife "

I walk away from her, the eyes of everyone on me.

I was heading towards the door, but then I stop and turn to an embarrassed Mr Gregory.

"Oh and Mr Gregory, we're over, you were a disgusting fuck and stingy with your ill gotten money "

I continue to walk out, passing the man on the balcony, still feeling all eyes on me.

I guess I have to go back to the city, all a girl wanted was a vacation.