Chapter 1 Two Bitches Perfect for Each Other
1424 Words
July, Seattle
Julie Finch opened the door of the coffee shop, and noticed the woman sitting in the corner.
She was wearing a lavender dress, and looked beautiful in spite of her pale complexion. She stood up immediately upon seeing Julie.
“I thought you were still angry, and wouldn’t come to see me,” the woman said.
Julie bit the bullet, casually sitting down, and eventually began to speak. “Of course I’m not angry with you. Can’t you see that I’m only playing cat-and-mouse with you?”
The woman looked surprised, and like she was about to cry.
“I know you blame it on me. But when he said he wanted to be my boyfriend, he never talked about you. If I’d known you were still together, I wouldn’t have agreed to.”
Never talked about her? Jasmine sure knew how to make Julie feel worse.
Julie Finch smiled coldly, and laid her phone down on the table.
Was she pretending that she, Jasmine, was blind? The background of Julie’s phone was a blown-up picture of Andrew Parker. She must have seen it.
Julie got up close to her face, and sneered: “But you have slept with him! What can I do?”
The woman began to cry. “It’s all my fault! Hit me if it’ll make you feel better...”
Then she wanted to grab Julie’s arms in provocation.
“Hit you?” Julie slapped her hands away, and grinned at her. “It would make my hands dirty.”
The woman looked guilty. “If you don’t do it, I’ll do it myself...” Then she began to slap her own face.
Julie looked down at her own clenched fist. For the first time, she realized that they’re quite similar. They both pretended to be someone they were not.
That woman pretended she was poor and innocent, and Julie pretended she was strong!
Because that woman knew that being innocent can get her what she wants, and Julie knew that only when she’s strong like a hedgehog can she protect what she deserves.
Julie didn’t react to Jasmine’s slaps, and that woman felt so embarrassed after her manic fit. Her tears kept falling.
“Sister, I’ve slapped myself. Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me!”
“Don’t beg her!” A man walked into the coffeeshop, and quickly wrapped Jasmine up in his arms.
Julie was frozen in place, and she couldn’t process what was happening.
Last night, Jasmine had called her, and drunkenly begged Julie to pick her up.
But Julie had witnessed the two having s*x in his room. And apparently it hadn’t been the first time they’d done this.
She had confronted Jasmine on that day, and had wanted to know that woman’s intentions. But to her surprise and annoyance, Jasmine had pretended to be innocent in front of Andrew. That b***h!
Looking at them, Julie clenched her jaw, and rolled her eyes. “Andrew, don’t you remember that I’m your girlfriend?”
“But I love Jasmine!” Andrew glanced at her coldly. “I only used you as a shield!”
Julie sneered. For the past five years, she had driven away all the women trying to get close to Andrew, and she had even considered giving up her career for him.
But she hadn’t expected that all her efforts would be in vain when it came to this woman.
“Then I should congratulate you both. You two bitches are perfect for each other.” Then Julie turned on her heel, and rushed out.
If she were to slow down her pace, she might start crying.
After getting in the car, she stepped on the gas, and the vehicle jolted forward.
Then she noticed that Jasmine had followed her, and was running towards her car as though she wanted to kill herself for her sins.
Julie was terrified, and sharply turned the wheel, without noticing the car immediately behind her.
Boom!
Her used Alto was wrecked! Luckily, the car behind her hadn’t been moving too quickly, or she would have been dead.
But the other car was still an armoured off-road vehicle—a Knight XV!
Julie came from a rich family, but she didn’t have much money of her own. She could barely afford a tire...
That b***h!
Julie mustered all the strength she had left to push the door open, and run towards Andrew and Jasmine. That woman could merely squeeze his hand; she was dumbstruck.
Damn! Without making eye contact, Julie shoved her hand, with red nail polish, into his coat pocket, and started ruffling about for something.
“What are you doing?” Andrew had not expected her to make such a scene on the side of the street. He looked both embarrassed and angry, and began to blush.
Julie looked at him in enjoyment; she liked making fun of him. Of course, she wouldn’t have done this kind of thing if her car were not damaged.
She finally found Andrew’s wallet, and removed a black card. His new sweetheart had wrecked her car, so he needed to pay for the damage.
“You crazy b***h!” Andrew Parker saw that his credit card with the highest possible limit had been removed, so he started yelling at Julie.
Julie stood next to the Knight XV; her small body looked like mere adornment for the large vehicle.
She handed the card over to the driver, who looked nervous, and said: “You have a nice car, sir. Use this card to pay for any damages.”
Julie noticed another person, sitting in the backseat of the Knight XV.
This passenger wore a white-collared shirt, and a black pantsuit. He looked so proud. His eyes were very dark.
Julie felt the cold air issuing from the car. She couldn’t stop rubbing her hands. Didn’t they notice how cold it was?
Then she turned her head, and looked at her smoking car. Julie felt desperate.
But what’s done is done.
She walked around to the other side of the Knight XV. Then she opened the passenger door, and got in. “Can you please take me to Garcia Entertainment, sir?”
“This is not a taxi...” the driver said, coldly.
A low, cold voice came from the back: “Elliot, take her there.”
But before she had time to look at the man in the backseat, her door was flung open, and Andrew tried to drag her from her seat.
“You need to apologize to Jasmine!”
Julie almost fell to the ground.
It hurt her so much. She had loved this man for five years. She had given up everything for him. He had given her a dream, but now he wanted it all back.
It had been a mere fantasy.
She smiled viciously. “She took my boyfriend away from me, and you want me to apologize to her? What’s wrong with you?”
Andrew looked angry, and grabbed her arm. “When she found out you were my girlfriend, she cried all night. She cares about you so much, and you nearly ran her over!”
“Andrew, if you really love her, then you should lock her in your home. Don’t f*****g let her run around getting hit by cars!”
Andrew looked furious. He squeezed and pulled her arm with greater strength. “Apologize!”
Julie struggled. “Let me go! Jasmine, your dog is crazy! Take him away!”
Andrew was infuriated, and wanted to slap her. But his hand was stopped mid-air...
She hadn’t noticed him approach, but a much taller man stood next to Andrew. His more powerful hand gripped Andrew’s wrist.
That man was so tall. Julie wanted to raise her head, and stare up at him. But it was August, so when she looked up that high, the dazzling sun blinded her. In spite of the heat, she could still feel the cold air around her.
The deep, loud voice made them both nervous.
“Let her go.”
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