Chapter 2— Mr Morello

Josette tossed the package the moment her best friend arrived. They were both preparing to go to the club down square. While Fina was done dressing, she waited for Josette to finish up, eager to reach the club on time.

"Josie, is it bad that I didn't tell Eric about tonight's plans?"

Josette zipped her dress, standing right in front of the standing mirror. Her outfit— a black sequence gown stopped above her thighs with a long stylish net attached to the back of the gown— grabbing her waist and flowing down. " He doesn't know you're—"

She looked at Fina who supposedly ate her nails in nervousness. " You know, I'm eyeing this girl and I invited her over to the club too. I just want to clear things up with myself and know if it's a good-to-go area. No strings attached.”

" You're sure you have nothing attached?"

Fina rolled her eyes, leaned back to the sofa and began to operate her phone. Her tiny giggle began to take place, an obvious distraction for their conversation. Josette wetted her lips, chewing back the words she wanted to speak. She plugged her ears with the sparkling diamond earrings she barely wore until that moment.

" Where is Benson by the way? He's always home at this hour."

And there came a question out of the blues. Fina had asked with her eyes still concentrated on her screen, ignorant of the agonizing expression that clothed Josette. She had just done her makeup and it'd be bad if she ruined them with silly tears. Despite its tremendous effect, Josette held back her cries and revealed a smile instead.

" He's on vacation." She answered and for a minute, her head went numb. A vacation? Definitely not a good excuse. Fina looked up from her phone.

" Since when did he start going on vacations? And even if he did, why aren't you with him?"

Josette was a strong girl. Even before she had known Benson and gotten married to him, she used to do things all by herself. Growing up without her mother but a stepmother who treated her like she was nothing, she learned to endure unbearable pains, motivated herself and eventually got over the past. It was something that she did at every moment in her life. Her situation with Benson might be tough but she trusted the process— she would get over him.

" We had an argument and he left."

Fina got up, worried. " What? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could speak with him."

" No." She wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes. No doubt that she ached from the divorce.

" It was a big misunderstanding. It can't be fixed anymore."

" Tell me about it."

Josette sighed. Desperate to speak of her taunting pain but at the same time, she wanted to avoid the topic. For some reason, she didn't feel right telling Fina about the divorce, at least not yet.

" Let's just get to the club first." She took her purse and wore her black diamond heels. Diamond had always been her favourite just like roses had been her favourite flower. Only those closest to her knew this. She kept wondering how Zade knew and the fact that he was a total stranger left her more confused.

They retired to the parking lot. Fina had come with her car, the latest model that billionaires compete to have— a Bugatti that undoubtedly is worth over five hundred million dollars.

The whole ride was a sheepish show. While Josette outright cut off the topic of her dead marriage, Fina was more interested in which decision was best for her to make.

" I mean, I love him but I also love this girl. I'm confused, Josie. I don't know what to do. My parents will be freaking disappointed in me if I tell them this."

" Fina, you don't always have to tell your parents everything. You're a lady, a sassy little independent bitch!”

" They consider me a child. They're overprotective, what do you expect?"

And that was something Josette couldn't relate with. It was true that Fina's parents were always cautious of her being but that was because she was their only child, her only sibling had died from asthma when she was a baby.

" And you know you can't date both of them, right?"

Fina avoided the question. They got to the club. A lively exciting party awaited them as they got out of the car with elegance and confidence embracing them along with burdened hearts. They walked into the club and were greeted with erotica sights strictly meant for real adults.

" I'm going to find a man. Find yourself a drink, perhaps that girl too."

Fina smiled, her eyes catching the sight of the least person she expected to see first. " Of course,"

Josette left just as Fina. She went to the corner of the club, grabbing a drink from the waiter that came around. She drank it all in one go and took the last glass of drink. She was so knitted in thoughts that even her favourite entertainment— the pole dancers didn't catch her attention.

Though, something else did— a cologne. A tough smell that somehow still smelled gentle. She looked around the club in search of this attention picker but found no one to fit the category. She sighed and finished her drink. Just then, somehow grabbed a seat— the one across from her and softly took the empty glass from her hold.

" You're not the man I was expecting." She scrunched her nose and leaned back in her seat. Supposedly, this man came with a drink too.

" Pour me some."

The man chuckled. " You're not my type of girl either. I was sent here by an important person."

He reached for a card in his chest pocket and slipped it between his fingers, placing his elbow on the table, he stretched the card to her. " For exclusive use only."

" If this important person isn't such an ass then why isn't he here to deliver this himself."

The man remained quiet. He simply stood up, arranged his neatly black fashioned suit before dropping the card on the table.

" Don't keep him waiting."

Josette scoffed, her eyes followed this man intensively until he was finally out of her sight. She had come here in hope to distract herself from worrying too much about Benson. Men and alcohol were usually her to-go areas in such aspects, perhaps this important person wasn't so bad after all.

She took the card. An official name of Mr. Morello was written on it, a private room that had its directions. Josette smirked and got on her feet then started to take the directions.

She wasn't so excited about this but after all she was single and definitely ready to mingle.