Trapped In-between.

Sandy’s eyes darted to her friend standing with her husband and saying hello to the guests, who had honored their invitation, with a huge smile plastered on her face. Her expression became grim as she tried to sneak her way from the multitude of guests that seemed to know no end. She chuckled lightly as she remembered how Rex McCarthy, her best friend’s husband, had assured both of them that the guests coming over from his part were going to be very few. Considering that Eleanor, who was the bride and also her best friend, had so little people to invite, they had thought that at most it would only be a hundred to two hundred crowd that would troop in to witness the joining together of the latest couple in town. Imagine she and Eleanor’s shock when the list for the invited guests came in and a little over two thousands people were on the list. Of course, Eleanor had protested that she wanted a very small wedding and Rex had assured her that that was as small as he could keep the list. At the end, the bride had given in after her to-be husband whispered something in her ears. With the naughty gleam that lifted her face, Sandy could tell that Rex had promised her a night or a week or even a month of wild s*x. Sandy grabbed a glass from the moving waiter and downed the content. When it burned her throat harshly, she knew she had gotten herself a strong alcohol meant for the big boys who can hold their own. Before the man could move away, she picked up two more glasses and gulped them all down. Then, she picked the last drink on the tray and walked away. “Having some kind of pity party?” A voice said behind her. Immediately she heard the voice, she knew who it belonged to. Her first thought was to ignore the man and walk away but she decided that no matter what, she shouldn’t be rude to her best friend’s guests. After all, she was the chief bridesmaid. She stiffened as she turned around. Her grey eyes bore into that of dull brown eyes. “Matt.” She said in greeting to him. The man gave her a quick sweep of her entire face. “Wow! Did I ever believe that a day would come when I would see almighty Sandra looking like a grilled chicken?” He scoffed at her. His voice was indeed incredulous and quite unbelieving. His shock was understandable as Sandra, popularly called Sandy, was one never to be caught unfreshed. Even now, standing like a giraffe that lost its way in the crowd and was stretching its neck to locate the nearest exit, she was still stunning. He shook his head again as he looked at her again. This time, it was slower than before. His eyes took in her blonde hair that was held with pins in an elegant hairstyle he was not sure if he knew what it was called. A few locks were left at her temple to curl down her chiseled face. The locks moved down her neck that sat a simple jewelry and rapidly disappeared at the mound of her swollen left breast. Matt gulped as his rest lingered on the exposed flesh for a little too long for his peace of mind. He forced his eyes away from the amount of flesh she left on display and examined her dress. It was a strapless, corset dress that had a perfect fit from her chest to her tiny waist. From her lower waist, the dress flared out to give more volume from her hips to her feet. The said feet had four inches heels holding them up and gave the already tall woman some extra inches. A complete goddess fashionista he would say if anyone asked him. Of course, he expected no less from a model who knows exactly how to use her figure well. “I’m not in the mood for whatever rubbish you are here to spew, Matt. So, just get lost.” She hissed at him, not seeing the way his eyes scrutinized her. Understandable, since both of them had never been able to stand each other for different reasons each known to them. While she would never confess to him, the reason for her own hostility was because she found him oddly attractive and wouldn’t mind ripping their clothes off to enjoy a week worth’s of s*x. “And why not? Your best friend is getting married today, after all.” He said in a bitter tone. He growled under his breath as he realized that he had lost the woman he loved completely. His anger rose and he decided to take it out on the blonde in front of him. “Why are you so exposed? Are you also looking for a rich billionaire to snag up like your friend did?” Sandy was about to take a sip from the alcohol in her hand but she paused midway when she heard what the man said. “What the f*****g hell did you just say?!” She thundered at him. “I said-“ “-Don’t you dare repeat it.” “Why? You want to beat me up or something? The truth is, you and your best friend are nothing but a gold digger!” He exploded. He knew he would regret what he was saying later but he was currently hurting and didn’t exactly care who got hurt with his words. Sandy looked around to be sure that no one else heard what he said. The place was swimming with reporters and paparazzi that was all out for juicy news for their tabloids. They don’t care about verifying information or what-not. As long as it made them popular, they were all in for it. Satisfied that no one heard a word, she hissed at him. “Are you crazy? What if someone heard that? I know you liked Eleanor and you are sad she married someone else but that is no reason for you to say things that could ruin her life.” “I am not hurting!” Matt protested, his voice a little louder than before. It was as if he needed to assure himself of that fact, not the woman in front of him, throwing him balls of fire. Sandy ignored his anger and moved closer. She drew him into a hug. “Do you want to spend the night with me?” She asked. Even though she didn’t spell it out, she knew that he was fully aware of what she was implying. Matt stiffened and hissed into her ears. “How dare you?” He rested his hands on her arms and pushed her away. Sandy lost her footings and fell to the ground. He pointed a menacing finger at her. “You think you can replace her?” He gave her a disgusting look. “Yes, you are beautiful. But there is no way on earth I would get myself involved with a slut that goes after every Tom, d**k, and Harry she can find!” Sandy’s eyes burned with unshed tears as she felt people’s eyes on her. Before she could utter a word in her defense though, small feminine hands, covered in gloves, wrapped around her, giving her comfort and support. She turned sideways and gave her best friend, Eleanor, a grateful smile. “How dare you, Matt!” Eleanor growled at the man. She frowned when she noticed that he was swaying on his feet. The realization that the man was either drunk or tipsy dawned on her but that didn’t stop her. “How can you do that to my best friend? Who is also a friend of yours?” Matt chuckled at the accusations. “Tell your stupid best friend not to ever offer me her body again!” He roared and staggered out of the place, leaving the gasping crowds and a sputtering Eleanor and an ashamed Sandy behind. “Here, let me help you up,” Eleanor offered when she saw the woman getting up. The moment Sandy was on her feet, she looked around and saw all eyes on her. She could hear the camera shutters clicking loudly all over the place too. Great, she thought, I am going to be the main headline for tomorrow. Knowing that she could not stand the humiliation the man put her through, she raced out of the place before anyone even got the idea that she would. “Sandy!” Eleanor yelled but she was gone.