Ms. Devilla

Chapter 2

Pretty sure someone offered to be my sugar daddy today while I was at the grocery store, Lord I swear I was just kidding. Ion want nun of that!

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Call him.

I sat in my plush black cotton towel, staring at the yellow piece of square paper in my hand, my phone in the other.

I had been sitting like this for at least 15 minutes now, every time I dialed the number, I felt like throwing up. There was this unwelcomed heat that descended upon me, and well, my stomach was in knots.

"Ms. Devila, I am once again reminding you that we have to leave in less than an hour." Rex calls from the other side of the door. He was like an alarm clock, and this was about the seventh time he rang for the evening.

He knew my procrastinating habits, and I knew he was sick of my s**t.

"Yeah, Yeah!" I yell back, and he lets out a loud sigh, heading back downstairs.

What if he hates me? What if he doesn't even remember me and Emma was just lying to try and get me to embarrass myself.

Groaning, I shove the paper into my drawer and decide to get ready before Rex started growling at my door again. I will torment myself later.

After a shower, I decide to wear a dress that Trevor had actually bought for me on Graduation day.

It was a long black dress, with a high slit, a no neck line.

It fit me like a glove, hugging my curves as I smiled at myself in the mirror. I fixed my hair into a sleek puff, and stuck little silver sparkling ball pins in the big ball of hair. The last thing I did was lay my edges, and strap on my black heels.

I opened up my door and found Rex, hand formed into a fist, ready to knock.

"Good." He narrows his eyes at me, and I stick out my tongue.

"You look beautiful." He says, and I smile, noticing that he was also nicely suited in a tux.

"You look sharp as well Rex, but that's nothing new."

"Wish I could say the same for you, Ms. Devila."

"Oh come on!"

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"Watch your step." Rex holds my hand as I step onto the curb.

The building was a sophisticated one. Tinted glass, and super high pillars, not to mention the red carpet that was laid out in the front with photographers on each side.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"I know the Wethertons from Mr. Vatore, they always go all out when it comes to their events."

"Are they nice?"

"They're rich, and that's all that matter. Now, let's go manipulate them into believing that they need a therapist." I grin at Rex, who lifts his elbow towards me. I wrap my arm around his, and watch as his face goes neutral once we could be publicly seen.

Like how Trevor did.

We walked as quickly as we could into the building, but by the time we had passed the long entrance, I felt blind. I could still see the flashes behind my eyelashes.

"Give it a moment." Rex says and I sigh loudly. I wanted to go home.

I gave it a few more seconds before I reopened them, but I immediately regretted when I did.

I locked eyes with someone I thought I'd never see again, and even as the waitress walked around with a tray filled with champagne, I knew it wouldn't be enough to endure tonight.

"Mom?" I'm sure she didn't hear me, more like she read my lips.

My mother looked . . . great. She had her hair in some neat box braids and wore a knee length off shoulder dress. Her curves had disappeared a little, but they were still there. Her melanin was bright, and she was practically glowing, standing in the middle of the room. Her brown eyes beamed at me, her pearly white teeth on full display.

"Ocean?" Her eyes widen at me, and she approaches me quickly. "I-is it really you?"

Frightened, I take a step back, Rex still glued to me by the arms.

"I-I-"

"You've grown so much . . . oh my . . ." I appreciated the fact that she didn't try to initiate any physical contact between us, that would've been both awkward, and uncomfortable.

"Rex, can you excuse me for a moment."

Rex nods, before nodding at my mother again, and leaving to stand in the shadows. What a weird man.

"How have you been?" My mother smiles at me, in the loving, comforting parental way, and I felt utterly disgusted.

"Where's dad?" I ask cautiously, and she looks around.

"He's somewhere around here." She chuckles, and I furrow my eyebrows, staring at her, dazed.

Was I missing something?

Was I not the child she disowned almost eight years ago?

"What're you doing here sweetie? Was that your husband?"

"He's my bodyguard." I correct her quickly.

"Oh, bodyguard? . . . does that mean Dain's still around?"

"Dain's dead."

"Oh sweetie, I am so sorry-"

"Save it, I'm fine." I wanted to leave.

"I'm a therapist . . . I own a practice, that's why I'm here." I tell her, and she smiles at me for the tenth time in two minutes.

"Really? That's so great," She coos. "I'm so glad you made it in life, Ocean. You really do look great."

"Thank you." It got awkward from there, and finally she had ran out of things to say from the 'How to be a good parent' handbook for dummies.

I was just about to excuse myself when he came into view.

My father.

I watch as he tilted his head back, his eyes shut tightly, and his mouth stretched into a wide grin as he laughed at something the man he was talking to said.

"Why are you guys here, mom?" I ask, never taking my eyes off him. He had slimed down a little, but he looked great nevertheless. He looked healthy. His dark skin was vibrant and flawless, only a chin filled with grey hair. His suit fit him like a glove, sticking to every muscle as he lifted his drink to his mouth.

He lets his eye drift, and I hold my breath, my fingers subconsciously wringing the other in anticipation.

And then they landed on me.

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me as his face morphed into one that would be shock, and then . . . anger.

There wasn't any remorse, any happiness or excitement. It was as if he was looking at the worst mistake of his life.

"Ocean?" My mom was confused, I hadn't realized she was talking until now. She looked back at him, and her face dropped as he stomped towards us.

"Oh no," She breathes and I gulp, unsure of what to do.

He grabs her arm. "Come on, Maggie."

"Bernard, wait-" My mom tries to stop him, but his grip was too strong. She stretched her hand out towards me, and I stepped forward to take it . . . but decided not to.

Everyone was looking at us.

Tears swelled in my eyes.

He didn't even glance at me when he came up close.

"Let's go." Rex wraps his jacket around my shoulder, and I look down at the floor, turning around and leaving with him.

He didn't even look at me.