Questioning

"Cat got your tongue?"

"When I lay my hands on her, she would choose death, what the hell is her name?!"

"Xander, I don't give two shits whatever the fuck her name is!"

"My question is, Is that you in the video or not?" Rachel asked, staring directly in his eyes searching for any emotion, but they were not stable, it was obvious he was starting to calculate how much shit he was in and possibly how he could get himself out of it.

"Answer me Xander!" Rachel pressured.

"Look, I don't know what you are talking about or where you got that video but I don't know how that happened," Xander said calmly all of a sudden and took a sip at his drink, for someone who has just been caught cheating, he seemingly was confident.

"Where did I get the video from?"

"Bro, I own the fucking hotel," Rachel exclaimed.

"So you trying to tell me that some random chick just came onto you and hopped on your dick till you came?" Rachel asked, getting pissed at his arrogance instead of him owning up to his shit.

"You know what, I can't even stand your arrogant ass, this wedding will be called off as soon as I show my parents this video, then we will see what your arrogant ass would do."

"The company will be handed to your kid bro because you weren't man enough to keep your joysticks in your pants," Rachel reminded him of what he is to lose, standing up and heading out of the restaurant.

She came today to troll him and be in charge of the situation but right now, she can't even stand to be anywhere near the arrogant prick of a twenty four year old.

Xander kept yelling her name as she walked out on him, where he finally got his cup full was when he dragged her arm and almost fell her to the ground. She turned around and slapped him straight on the face. It seemed like the whole world took a pause around her as Xander had a plastered look of shock on his face.

A woman who was walking her two daughters paused with shock for some seconds before hurrying to leave with her daughters.

"You slapped me?" Xander muttered, still shocked, holding his reddened cheeks after a brief moment of silence.

"You deserve more than that you arrogant prick," Rachel spat back.

"Why don't we go back into the restaurant and have a civilized conversation like the adults we are," Xander suggested by straightening his distorted shirt, he could take a slap in the face in public, he just needed to get inside to teach her a lesson never to treat a man like that.

"No Xander, I'm not having any conversation with you anywhere, you seem to still confuse me for the old misguided Araceli. Honey, You can go back and whine to Alice for all I care, I really don't give two shits, as for your temporary CEO position, you could kiss it goodbye. You fucked up once but no one would take a side with a woman with Amnesia, and you can drop the fucking act Xander, you might be my fiancé by family ties, but you sure as hell know we ain't even acquaintance, my brother don't even like you!" Rachel yelled the last part, clearly frustrated at how much shit Araceli had to take from this man.

"How did I even deal with you all this while," Rachel asked herself, staring at him in disgust.

"Okay first, what do you mean by whining to Alice?" Xander asked.

"Xander!"

"I own that fucking hotel you stayed at!"

"Of course I knew Alice was there, I don't even wanna know why she was there,"

"All I know is, even after I showed you a video of you sleeping with someone else, you still didn't feel moved to apologize, you rather just stand there and argue illogically and boy, am I done with that,"

"Have a good day Xander," Rachel said, walking away in the opposite direction Xander was facing before it dawned on her she didn't give two shits.

"Or don't!"

"I really don't give two shits," Rachel yelled after she was some feets away. She needed to have a good time and get rid of all the bad energy thanks to Xander.

She doesn't know why Baldwin's name came to her mind but she didn't have the energy to put up against the voice inside her head, or maybe her heart, where ever the voice came from, it clearly meant well for her or so she told herself.

She headed for Love's day inn where she could get an afternoon latte with Donut's for some good brunch hoping it will step down her pride and self perseverance for once so she could call Baldwin.

The inn had a pretty indie aesthetic touch to it, from the calm brown, to the off white and gray touch, with wooden chairs and tables giving it a woody cabin feel. She ordered her latte with Donuts and strawberry covering.

Yes, she was one of those people who believed everything with a touch of strawberry made the world lighter. After having the short brunch, she finally decided to call Baldwin. She knew it was going to take a toll on her pride shelf but she just had a feeling that it was going to be worth it.

She dialed his number and pretended not to acknowledge her quickened heartbeat that refused to slow down and when the click sound came through, her voice went up a whole octave fueled by nerves.

"Hey Xander—"

"Shit!"

"I'm sorry, I meant Baldwin," Rachel stuttered and apologized, hitting her head on the table repeatedly in realization of the mistake she just made calling Baldwin her ex fiancé's name.

She knew she attracted people's attention in the inn as she rose her head up to meet stranger's stares, some looking at her tint of worry while others just gave her weird looks and some completely ignored her and kept eating their meals since most left the stress of work to have a simple breakfast/lunch.

Her short breakdown from misnaming who she was planning to use as a distraction wasn't going to deport them.

"Hello, Yandel…" Rachel trailed off, realizing no reply came through yet.

"Woah, I see you love your fiancé so much you decided to call everybody else by his name, huh…" Yandel said with a little smirk in his voice.

"That's not it, I'm actually royally pissed at the dude and we just had a huge argument at the restaurant and on the sidewalk which ended with a little public humiliation which may or may have not been a slap, I hope no media team got that because I would be done for," Rachel spilled, giving a brief detailed recap of her brilliant day.

"He slapped you?!" Yandel's voice rose on call, he would kill this man if she affirms this.

"No! of course not,"

"I slapped him actually, and you really must still underestimate me to think I will let that man slap me and get away with it, I would have been on your TV for murder if the roles were reversed," Rachel reaffrimed, chuckling.

"Ah yes, you are the violent kind latina, why do I keep forgetting that," Yandel imagined her mesmerizing face as he smirked.

"I'm technically American, Yandel," Rachel reminded him, rolling her eyes.

Enough of the stereotypes and fetishism. She has always been a plain white American woman till she took over a hot woman's body and now, that's all people see, her race.

"Denying your forefathers now, are we?"

"Sticking your nose in my business now, are we?" Rachel replied.

"You called me,"

"You picked up,"

"So, I was supposed to let it ring out then?"

"You wouldn't dare,"

"You really need to stop with the bossy lady devil wears prada Meryl streep vibe, it's hot and scary,"

"If I got a penny for every time you have flirted with me, Bill Gates would have nothing on me, God, " Rachel said laughing.

"What are you up to by the way?" Rachel asked.

"Oh just on my way to pick up some beers for the twins, apparently they chose a Monday to throw a birthday party, something about it being part of their bucket list," Yandel explained.

"Want some help?" Rachel offered, closing her eyes in anxiousness waiting for his reply.

"From who exactly?" Yandel asked.

"SWAT," Rachel replied sarcastically.

"Haha, real funny, I almost pissed my pants woman," Yandel replied, rolling his eyes.

"Where are you at?" Yandel asked.

"Love's day inn," Rachel said, already feeling better than she was feeling thirty minutes ago.

"Isn't it a little too late for that?" Yandel asked again.

"I mean isn't it that cute breakfast inn?"

"Strawberry donuts have no timing, it's perfect anytime of the day," Rachel defended.

"Okay okay," Yandel stopped the passive attack.

"I'm just around the corner pulling up,"

"Okay, I'll be waiting," Rachel said.

Ten seconds later, a black Chevrolet pulled up beside her, which shocked her.

"Were you stalking me? because that sure as hell was way too fast, it worries me," Rachel stood alarmed staring at him questionably.

"Let's just say, I was already tracking your location," he replied, smiling.

"Get in,"

"look who's bossy,"

"Yes boss," Rachel said smiling.

"So this is why you walked away from me huh?"

Xander's voice broke her peaceful day once again.