TWO

Realizing how bad she has screwed things up, Cara decides to make a run for it, run away from the pissed man approaching her and forget the money she is initially here for. Before she can, Alex carries her up in the air and drops her on his shoulders ignoring her protest and the constant blows she gives to his lower back. He doesn't know who the fuck the psycho is or who sent her but this is the wrong time to mess with him.

"Let me down," Cara yells as she is being carried past the crowd into the company. Cara is still screaming and kicking until the door closes.

"Hands off the merchandise, pervert," she shoves his arms off her butt, as he lets her down. Cara takes two-step back.

You know when the adrenaline kicks in and you feel you can do whatever, like tell that guy you love him, kiss that girl, while on Cara's case, claim you are pregnant for one of the most talked-about celebrity at the moment. After a while, reality comes rushing in and you regret it all, turns out the guy doesn't like you back, the girl has a girlfriend, or you might end up standing in front of a very furious man who looks like he is about to rip you apart.

Then you realize, you are screwed.

The is only one way Cara could think of to get away from the angry monster and is through the huge guards.

Not practical? Well, she knows.

Cara's brain right now is playing an action movie scene with the disturbing yet exciting soundtrack, she believes she can push those guards out of the way and make a run for it. And that's what our female action star did, she backs away from the monster slowly and suddenly rush over to the two lions, with determination to rip their heads off.

Badass,

Like every action star, they suffer setbacks which lead to the climax. Our heroine, Cara, suffers her very own setback, as the lions push her back to the angry monster while she is yelling all kinds of profanities at them.

"Dickheads" "Fucktards" "Shit brains" "gsjaoakhsh", Legend has it that for years to come we still won't know the meaning of "gsjaoakhsh".

Not her favorite moments.

There she is back to square one, in front of Alexander, who is convinced that she has escaped a Lonny bin. He can't deny the beauty of the lunatic before him, delicate features but those blue eyes of hers draws him in the most, all these don't change the fact that she is screwed.

She is thinking she can get away from the mess with puppy dog eyes.

Cara blinks a few times, bringing her lower lips out and upper lips inside, trying to appear cute. All Alexander could notice is her full lips, how inviting they looked, so he thinks she is flirting.

"Hey," She continues blinking, and then adds a slight wave with it, and right about now she can feel how stupid she looks.

Alex stared at her intensely with his hands in his grey suit pants, like he is trying to crack a code.

"Do you realize the gravity of what you just did?" he spoke slowly and carefully, trying to control his anger.

"This won't have happened if you paid up." The adrenaline kicking in as Cara stands up for herself. But when Alex takes a step closer, the confidence went down the drain.

"First of all, that was not the right place to park your bike and secondly, I am not giving you a dime."

Alex does not know how Marcus went about hitting her bike but he knows it wouldn't have been parked well.

Cara knows her bike wasn't parked well but in her defense, she always parks her bike that way since she started visiting the hospital and no one had been dumb enough to knock her bike off.

"Th-then I - I..." Cara stuttered.

Cara doesn't stutter but being extremely close to this handsome devil, it's intense.

Cara can feel the heat from within, her heart beating and her palms sweating.

Alexander was done trying to study her, he doesn't have time to waste, his meeting is starting minutes from now.

"What am I doing talking to you?" Alexander doesn't fail to show his irritation with her through his facial expression.

"Show her the back door." He orders his security men, walking away from Cara.

"Well, I don't want to be seen talking to you too." She yells after him. Wasn't a nice comeback, even Cara knows.

Cara turns as she feels someone grab her arm, she drags her arm back to place.

"Madam, you need to leave." The bodyguard on the left says in a bored tone.

Someone really hates his job and people like Cara makes his job harder.

"Don't touch me, I'll go." Cara snaps at the poor man before walking away.

A short walk and lots of colorful words after, Cara makes it outside and before her were the paparazzi, not has much as those that in front but enough.

"What happened in there?" Camera all up on Cara's face,

This is the part she tells the truth, she can rectify all she has done. Like all action stars that suffered setbacks, Cara next words are her comeback.

"He told me to get an abortion." And those tears comes rolling down on command. Then she runs away from their presence like a damsel in distress.

That should teach the handsome douche a lesson.

~~~~~

Back to square one, over the counter at Geisel's, Cara stands, pouring drinks and listening to the sob stories of midday drunk. Slim Jim, an ironic name for Cara's biggest pest, he comes every day and tells the same story. How he is from the past, according to Slim Jim, was alive during the time of dinosaurs and he also claimed to have fought in the World wars. Cara is just tired of Slim Jim delusional stories, the handsome douche bag, and hospital bills.

Cara made a few calls about selling her bike and those bastards are trying to rip her off because of the scratch. She feels defeated, she considers asking Jim, her boss for a loan but Jim doesn't do that shit.

You work for the money that he will give you and have you work some more before you can pay up. Geisel's is divided into two, the normal bar, with accommodates everyone including Slim Jim and the underground club where rich men enjoy the company of stripper and talk business. If they like what they see, they negotiate with Jim and who in turn hands over the girls for the night. Geisel's is not a place where girls are forced to have sex; it is on their own free will.

"Girl, I saw you on TV." Cassie, Cara's best friend comes rushing into the bar, bringing Cara back from her thoughts.

"What shit is coming out of your mouth now?" Cara is clearly not paying attention to her best friend. She picks up the cash a man dropped on the counter after finishing his drink and puts them in a drawer.

"This is what I am talking about?" Cassie taps her phone a few times and then shows Cara a picture she screenshot from I*******m. The picture captures Alexander carrying Cara on his shoulder while she was yelling to be let down.

"Yeah, that." Cara rolls her eyes at her stupidity.

"Yeah that? What the fuck is "Yeah that" Cassie stares at her friend who is acting nonchalant about the whole issue, Cara is trending all over social media platforms. "Don't even act like it is not a big deal." Cassie points her warning finger at her best friend.

Cara doesn't understand what the fuss is all about and surprised at how quick people are to believe shit.

"We need to talk, now!" Cassie glares at her before walking out of the bar.

"Toby, cover for me. I will be back soon." Cara yells at her co-worker who's just coming out of the storage room before Toby could protest, Cara is already outside with Cassie.

Cassie folds her arms outside the bar like a mother waiting for her child who has just missed curfew, to come home.

"Spill," Cassie speaks the minute Cara is in front of her.

"There is nothing to spill, Cass." Cara shrugs.

"How about telling me you had sex with the hottest man on the planet." Cassie is definitely not buying there is nothing to spill story her friend is selling. While Cara cringes at the fact that her friend thinks that douche is the hottest man on the planet. He is hot, but let us not get ahead of ourselves.

"He is not that hot," Cara comments even though it is hypocritical for her to say after turning into a stuttering mess around him. Anyway, Cara isn't going to call the guy that treated her like trash hot, even though he is.

Cassie glares at her friend who's totally diverting from what is being asked and Cara glares back because she isn't going to let Cassie intimidate her with her stare. So like little kids, they both are having a staring contest until a watery-eyed Cara blinks.

"Fine, you win." Cara surrenders, blinking a couple of times to get the water out. Cara cleans her teary-eyed face. Cassie looks down at her friend worrying, she has no clue what is going on.

"Are you pregnant?"

Cara looks up upon hearing that question, and she sees the concern on her friend's face.

"Back it up, firstly, he is not that lucky to have of this." Cara gestures at her body dramatically, trying to lighten the mood. Cassie on the other hand not finding it funny, Cassie is such a mom sometimes Cara wonders how they are best friends. Cassie and Cara balance each other out, that's why they work.

"Chill out girl, I am not pregnant. The dude scratched my bike so I went after him, I asked for payments to be made but he ignored. Then it turns out that this dude is some big shot and the pregnancy shit was the only way to get his attention."

"Pregnancy, seriously that's all you could think of?" Cassie shakes her head disapprovingly.

"Hey! It just came out." Cara defends herself.

"Well, because of your stupidity he lost a million dollar contract worth." Cassie hands Cara her phone to check the headline that just popped up. Cara looks at the phone but her eyes glued at the heading which contains the douche's name.

"Or Mr. Douche's name is Alexander Black." Cara can totally see him being named that, he is smug just like his name.

"You are totally missing the point."

"Except for the part that my ass looks cute in this picture, I have no idea what I am missing." This is the second thing Cara notices after the name reveal of the angry monster.

"Scroll down, Dingus." Cassie points at her phone forcing her friend to look beyond his name and her well-structured ass.

Cara looks at the adjectives used to describe Alexander's "disgusting" deadbeat" "animal" "butthole", although Cara finds the last word impressive, she knew he does not deserve it.

"Now I feel bad," Cara confesses, handing Cassie back her phone.

"I have to meet up with a client but after which, we are going to talk." Cassie puts her arms around her best friend, hugging her tight. Cara doesn't want Cassie to leave but they have talked about this countless times. Cassie releases her from the tight hug and walks away.

When Cassie says a client, it is a euphemistic way to refer to a perverted old man she was going to have sex with for money. At 17, the orphaned teenager had to take care of her little sister, Sam, and she did great for 5 whole years all by herself until Sam got diabetes and the cost of living became difficult. There is no job well paying enough for a high school dropout, she feels like the system is designed against her.

Cassie started working at Geisel's at 19 and a year after she met her best friend, Cara, who also worked behind the counter with her. For four years the two grew fond of each other and when Cara had to watch her friend be reduced to one of Geisel's slut early this year because of Sam's treatment, it broke her.

An idea pops as she watches Cassie walk away. Money from the sales of the bike, a few savings and one or two nights with one of those filthy rich old men, she could get enough for her mum's surgery.

The problem is that her momma ain't gonna like it.

If Brianna finds out she will wish Cara had let her die, she won't want to live a day realizing her daughter sold her dignity to keep her alive. Brianna always taught Cara to be a sexually liberated woman, who should know what's wrong and right for her body and not let anyone give opinions on what she should wear or how she should act.

"It won't hurt mama if she never finds out," Cara whispers to herself before working in the bar.

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"People seriously believe anything." Alexander drops the newspaper which has his face printed on the front page on the coffee table. He loosens his tie, feeling chocked by all the bullshit that is happening. People have come up with a story, which paints Alex as a cheat and a deadbeat. What's more painful is that this entire story is favoring Liza.

With his side-eyes, he stares at the newspaper again and catches a glimpse of the curly-haired girl captured while pointing at Alex.

"She is not even my type."

It is crazy that his name is attached to an insane and loose mouthed woman as Cara.

"I know that, but the public doesn't." Andre, Alex publicist muttered. All in Andre's mind is damage control from Liza's situation to this new girl lies, he knows he had a lot to do. "Why would she even say that?" Andre still doesn't understand the context of the story.

"She is cuckoo that's why." Alexander thinks maybe she was sent by one of his enemies but the bicycle fiasco doesn't add up and he truly thinks with the way the curly-haired girl talks, she does not know who he is.

"Well, we need to act fast because people are bringing to talk. By the end of today, she will be charged with so many lawsuits, her crazy ass won't be able to get out of. We are going to sue her for defamation of character." Andre just needs Alex to approve of this.

Alex, on the other hand, knows he cannot get a penny from the curly-haired girl, he doesn't see her as someone that has money. From the tight leather jacket, the fake Nike and ugly looking jeans, he knows if he files a lawsuit, she will just end up in jail. That doesn't serve him in any way and he has to benefit from all this mess and that was one thing he learned has a businessman.

"No, I have something better. If she says she is pregnant, she is going to be." Alex smirks resting on his leather chair.

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