Honey

When Esmeralda asked for the bill, the waitress told her that her bill was already paid. She was confused as she didn't understand who paid her bill. Paying her bill meant someone recognised her? When she turned her head to find someone familiar in the restaurant, her eyes fell on Oliver,  the asshole who was looking in her way. 

"Ivy, take my bag, I will be here, " Esmeralda said and Ivy nodded her head. 

She marched towards her asshole ex and crossed her arms over her chest and asked, "What games are you playing, fucker?"

"Easy, tiger, cursing doesn't suit you, " Oliver smirked, crossing his arms. "Your sister sabotaged me, didn't she? Little Ivy is still as lethal as ever. I'm surprised that this time she didn't hack into my laptop to put my dirty laundry on the internet."

Oliver knew what Ivy could do. The emotionless girl was ruthless. Once a water army hired by a rival actress tried to sabotage Esmeralda, Ivy ruined the actress by publishing her dirty laundry on the internet. The girl might look indifferent and quiet, she was more dangerous than Esmeralda who had a bit of sense left in her. 

But Ivy…he shuddered. It was the reason why his company tried to hire her for their PR team…but the girl had an attitude higher than the Himalayas. 

"What do you even want?" Esmeralda asked him without beating around the bush. 

"Have lunch with me tomorrow, "Oliver softly said. 

"Over my dead body,  "Esmeralda scoffed. 

"Let's not harm your precious body, alright, " Oliver tried to touch her but she took a step back. It hurt his heart when she didn't even let him touch her. ,

"Boss, I'm leaving, my boyfriend is waiting for me, " Esmeralda said as her eyes fell on a very familiar face. She had no intention whatsoever of talking to him. He ruined what they had and she would be a dumb bitch to go back to him. 

"Stop lying. We both know you are just making me jealous and trust me it's working, " Oliver said as he took a step forward to grab her arm but she shoved him away. 

Ethan was in conversation with his client when he felt someone grabbing his arm and rubbing her face against his arm. It was just like a kitten purring and rubbing its head against his arm. 

"Honey, did you miss me?" He heard the green-eyed vixen asking him. 

Ethan blinked his eyes. Once. Twice. Thrice. He was not capable of reacting at this moment. But when he did, he found her hugging him, this time he didn't push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. This action was instinctual to him. 

"Mr Westburry, we will continue later, " The client said, giving the couple some time. He could see that these were a couple and he should give them some time alone and not eat dog food thrown his way. 

Ethan played her game and leaned his head as if he was kissing her and whispered in her ear, "What game are you playing, Miss Fox?"

"Honey, what games are you talking about?" Esmeralda said rather loudly. "Am I not your sweetheart? The one and only you want to marry?"

Before he could say anything, they heard a loud gasp. Violet and Asher appeared there along with Liam. Violet placed her wine glass on the table and walked to them. Her eyes were burning with anger. 

"Ethan, don't tell me that you are marrying this woman?! The one who cursed me!" Violet screeched. "Out of all the women in the world, you had to fall for this one! Why!"

 She looked so offended that it felt as if Ethan had killed the people she loved. He tsked. Violet didn't love anyone more than herself. The narcissistic woman who believed that the world revolved around her.  

Violet had yet to see this woman's face and she only recognised her by her long red hair and clothes. 

Ivy, who was enjoying the drama, walked ahead and when no one was noticing, she poured the leftover wine glass into her juice carton and put the half-empty glass there. She just needed to watch the drama with good taste on her tongue. Now she was leaning against the wall, sipping on her drink and eyes on the drama. 

Esmeralda pulled her face out of the nice-smelling man's chest and looked back at the high-class woman. She waved at all of them. "Hi, guys. Don't doubt my honey's taste. I'm one in a million kinds of beauty."

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A/N: And friends...just like this someone dug her own grave.