Chapter 5— Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea.

~SARA~

Fuck.

Jason and the man from the pool are brothers?!

My head spins and a nauseating feeling lunges at the back of my throat as I grab onto one of the seats for support.

The universe was cruel enough to send me to this party. Now I'm tangled with the brother my ex hates so much?!

Same person I met at the pool in the most cringest and dramatic way possible?!

Lord please just take me.

“Sara, are you ok?” Sandra asks me as I stare into an empty space, my hand clutching at my chest.

I spin my head sharply at her direction, cold beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

“Of… Of course,” I stutter.

She mopes at me confused and I spread my lips into the most stiffest smile possible.

Just then, a hand swings at me, swerving me at a 180 degree angle. My heels screech, my ankle wince and cold breeze slaps my skin as I swerve to behold the architect of such impudence.

Jason. Of course.

“Do you care to explain what in blazes is going on?” he demands, glaring at me like I owed him any accountability.

Seething, I dig my nails at his palm holding onto my wrist. He flinches but strengthens his grip.

“Let go of me,” I grunt.

“Not until you explain yourself to me,” he says.

I close my eyes, suppressing the rage that brewed inside me,

“I said. Let. Go.”

“I think you're overstepping boundaries, Jason,” Sandra tries to intervene.

“Shut up bitch!” He barks at her, his eyes flashing with something dark and she stumbles back, her eyes wide with shock.

The noise pulls the guests to us and suddenly the once buzzing hall falls into silence. I catch sight of Kayla staring at us intentively, tilting her head to a side as if analyzing the spectacle before her.

Jason is now far gone. His eyes spelled rage as if I had betrayed him in the most treacherous way possible.

Tears mists in his eyes but he wipes it quickly.

I raise a brow, surprised at the sudden display of intense emotion.

“You know my relationship with him,” he whines, “You know how much he hates me. You know how he makes sure that I never amount to anything in front of my father and yet… you decide to sleep with him?”

The guests gasps.

I pause,

“Sleep with him?”

“Yes Sara, sleep with him. I know this is your fucked up way of seeking revenge. Don't try to deny it.”

I scoff, in fucking awe that this man could go so far in his delusion.

My gaze darkens and I pull my arm away from him,

“You fucking, deluded, studpid bastard! So you think that I would descend so low to score a cheap point? For fuck sakes Jason, we have been in a relationship for three years. Three. fucking. years and the first thing that comes to your mind of my acquistance with your brother is not my work, not my expertise but my fucking vagina!.”

The guest murmurs,

“Relationship? What is she talking about?” One of them whispers.

Sandra peers at me, her eyes bombarding me a million questions. While the stranger from the pool whom I had come to notice was somehow amused with all this spectacle, tucks his arms in his pockets and grins.

“You have always been desperate, Sara,” Jason blurts, “same way you forced me to get us married.”

“A marriage to which you admitted is fake." I scoff, “you know, it is laughable that you accuse me of being petty when you're the same person that sent me a video of you fucking your fiancee just to spite me.”

The guests gasps.

Jason's brows narrows,

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“The video, Jason. Your fucked up way to spite me. Don't you dare deny it?” I sneer.

His brows narrows further and then, eases as he realizes what I had done.

Accuse him the same way he dared accuse me. I'm sure Mira was the one behind the video, but seeing Jason get a taste of his own medicine was enough satisfaction.

His jaw clenches.

“What?” I mock, “you can't take what you serve?”

He steps forward, something sinister glinting in his eyes,

“Look, Sa—”

Suddenly, a broad, toned muscled defined frame, draped in a black tuxedo with a scent so heavenly that I pause for a moment, hits my view.

“I think we've had enough for today, Jason,” that smug arrogant tone I could recognize anywhere says.

That smug arrogant tone of… the man at the pool.

I step aside, catching sight of Jason's darkening rage.

“This does not concern you, Alex,” Jason seethes.

“Well, she works for me,” he shrugs.

“Step aside, Alex, “ Jason's tone darkens.

“Or what?” he grins.

“Well, talk about a stand off between brothers,” one of the guest whispers.

And then,

Boom.

A loud shriek cries in the hall.

Silence.

We all turn to see the architect of the wail.

Mira.

Of course, what better way would the drama queen make an entrance than letting out a dramatic shriek.

She steps forward and stops in front Alex, her eyes spelling rage.

“Alex!” She shrieks, “I know you've a reputation with women, but insulting Jason for her is low, even for you.”

Alex chuckles, “Insulting Jason for her is low but somehow using her and dumping her isn't low for my dear brother?”

Mira's gaze flickers.

Wait. Did she…

Alex raises a brow as if reading my mind, “Ah, why am I not surprised? You knew after all?”

Jason's jaw clenches.

“People like her are not like us,” Mira says, “They're dumped when they're no longer valuable.”

Alex scoffs, “And yet, here you're.”

Mira's almost chokes, “Alex!”

“For God's sakes, Alex. You're disgracing us in front of our guests for this whore?” Kayla butts in.

“Whore?” he tilts his head to a side, “so expensive for a woman that walked into my office wearing only a fur coat which somehow found itself on the floor in 30 seconds.”

Kayla's face turns pale.

Mira steps forward, barking, “You—”

“Enough!” A voice cuts her off, piercing through the hall.

We all pause, the clicks of heels echoing through the hall as a woman walks and stops in front of us. Calm, clean, composed, a hot blonde with striking blue eyes, probably in her sixties.

“Mom!” Mira calls but stops as the woman raise a hand.

The woman turns to Alex with a smile on her face as she bows slightly.

“Forgive my daughters impudence,Alex,” she says , “Children of nowadays acts without thinking.

Alex tucks his hands in his pockets, smirking “Put your dogs on a leash, Catherine. They keep disturbing the guests with their barkings.”

“Mom?!” Mira cries. But the woman only smiles further.

Alex grabs my arm and turns to leave when the woman stops him.

“But I must say, Alex,” She beams, “isn't it too ironic that the Nation's playboy stands up for a random girl?”

Alex pauses, his lips widening to a smile as he takes a deep breath and faces the woman.

“And why is it ironic. If…” he sweeps a hand around my waist and pulls me to him, slamming my boots against his rock solid chest.

My brows narrows.

I stare at his eyes and notice a glint of mischief beaming through them, his lips curving into a sly grin as he says,

“She is my woman.”

Wait. What???

And then,

BAM!

He smack his lips into my mine.

Jason's face turns ugly.