“We’re bad people, you and I, we’re the bad guys, and you know what happens to the bad guys at the end of every story?”
“maybe we can change the rules of the game”
“We can't change the rules and we both know this story is going to end badly"
" This is the last time and you're gonna get married with my friend?"
“That’s what you said yesterday and i don't care about this shit, i want you now ”
“But this time I mean it”
“You said it too”
By playing with fire, I will certainly end up getting burned
Sasha Jones Morales “Tell me Cadwell, why do decrepit rich men like to be called Daddy ? Don’t you find that disgusting?” I hear him sigh on the other end of the line, it's borderline if I don't see him rolling his eyes. "What?? It's true, no?? They are fathers or grandfathers, they are children who call them that, it’s weird and disturbing.” “Sasha if you don’t hurry you’ll be late again. “It’s okay, I’m coming, give me five minutes, I took the shortcut.” I find myself behind an old lady who is walking at one kilometer an hour on a very narrow sidewalk. This is the shortcut I have to take if I want to get to work on time. Impossible to pass in front of him since this sidewalk is at the side of the road, so I risk being hit by a car. I am so young and well preserved it would be a great loss on the other hand for her…. “Can you hurry up?” “Be nice Sasha” my best friend lectured me. I had completely forgotten that he was on the other end of the phone. I roll my eyes and switch
Sasha Jones Morales “Hmm? Who is this Ella?” My eyes stay focused on my phone, I'm too shaken to respond to Ethan directly. “Sasha?” "It's my best friend. Finally she was” “Your what??” He almost chokes “I’m your best friend” "Of course it's you Cadwell. She was before you and I met." "Why did you never tell me about her?" I sit cross-legged before turning towards the mongrel. "She went to study at Yale. I was supposed to go with her but I chickened out." "You got accepted to Yale????" I furrow my eyebrows and punch him, he groans while I take offense. "Could you avoid looking so surprised?" "Sorry. It’s just that it’s Yale, he replies, massaging his shoulder." "Don't worry, I'm not offended, I cheated" He rolls his eyes and I sigh just thinking about Ella "Why do I get the impression that you're not super happy that he's coming?" "I'm. Well almost…" He raises an eyebrow and I continue "She is a perfection incarnate. She is rich and she is beautiful. Well, thanks t
Sasha Jones Morales I don't know why I asked him his first name. Now he might think I'm interested in him. The worst part is, he hasn't answered me yet. “Let me guess, " he then said, "You are a kind of little rich rebel who refuses to mingle with the world of her peers, but who still enjoys the advantage of her world.” “Yes, how did you guess? Are you a clairvoyant or something like that? But bravo, you read my soul, I respond sarcastically.” He laughs lightly and I take a sip of my drink. “Am I wrong ?” “Completely.” He locks his tablet and places his elbow on the counter, turning slightly towards me. I'm a little unsettled so I play with the pick of my glass. “In my turn, you are a little bud born with a golden spoon in your mouth and whose destiny is all mapped out, aren't you?” He doesn't answer so I raise my head and just from his expression I guess I've hit the nail on the head. “So I managed to analyze yourself in thirty seconds and I'm a better seductress than you.
Sasha's apartment, 10:30 a.m.“Do you know how worried I was?”“No tell me” I reply while applying my lipstick“A lot Sasha, a lot. It's hard to be friends with you because I know that waiter's tea chased you so I was scared.”“It's hard to be friends with a fatal beauty” I reply, laughing.He sighs and I roll my eyes “I hope it was worth it”“It was a 100 out of 10 Ethan.”"At this point?"I nod my head wistfully “In all sincerity I just want to lie down and let my body rest. But I had this lunch with her, it couldn't fall. I want to get around on crutches Ethan.”* "STOP! Stop!" I burst out laughing and he gave himself a head massage. “Sometimes your outspokenness is a curse”I shrug my shoulders and finish applying my mascara"And you?"“Unlike you, I stayed calm and only thought about Jordan.”“I’ll make him regret dumping you.”“You’re not going to do anything at all,” he said with a laugh.I smile and grab my keys from the bedside before kissing hi
Sasha Jones MoralesHe stands there, clearly uncomfortable, admiring the decor of my apartment until he notices me staring at him.“How we meet again…” He says with a touch of sarcasm to start the discussion.“Explain to me why I shouldn’t attack you with my heels?” I responded coldly.He huffs before sitting down on the couch. He finally takes off his celebrity glasses." I made a mistake."“You cheated on your fiancée!” I start screaming, unable to keep my cool. “And she had to be my best friend.”“She never told me about you.”“It wouldn’t have changed absolutely anything!”I spit, hallucinating at his attempt to make excuses.“Why cheat on Ella? The only person at Ella's level grace and class it's Jackie Kennedy! Or Lady Diana.. Or…”“It’s okay, I think I understand, Sasha”I stop talking, it's the first time he says my name.- "What ?"- “I hate when you say my first name”He nods and an awkward silence settles in the room.He chuckles lightly and the atmosphere automatically cal
Sasha Jones Morales “There you go, he said, walking in front of me,kitchen is here if you're hungry and- “ I know this house by heart then it will be fine I think Damon. »He nods and I lean against a piece of furniture, I look up at the ceiling,like it was super interesting. “ How long have you known each other?” “ CE1.” I reply in a whisper. He runs his hands over his face. “ Oh yeah anyway." “What ? You realize the mess you have fucked up, is that it?” “ I'm sorry, okay? If I had to do it again I…”I cross my arms against my chest waiting for him to finish his sentence. “If I had to do it again I…” “ Believe me, if I knew who you were, I would never have laid eyes on you. Damon Westwood”He sighs before looking up. “ I knew it wouldn't be long before you shed all the light on me." “You just confirm all the clichés.Rich hunks? Unable tokeep it in their pants.” “ Listen Sasha, I don't understand this, what hap
Damon Westwood After placing our order and picking it, we were in my car enjoying our meal. “It’s been a long time since I ate here, I let go after finishing my hamburger.” “I eat there at least once a week. I’m a real addict, replies the brunette before licking the tip of her thumb.” "Once a week ?" I repeat, hallucinated. “Wow.” “Wow what?” she bounced with a raised eyebrow. “My body takes it very well.” "I do not doubt it." “You can’t doubt it, you saw it for yourself.”I raise my eyebrows and she shrugs her shoulders, looking at me. Yeah she's still pretty drunk I think. There is a little silence and I suck down my coke using my straw. “Tell me Mickey, I've been trying to understand for a while how you, she lifts a chicken wing and I understand that it's my representation, and Ella, she lifts another chicken wing,had could put you together.”I sigh before readjusting my position in my seat. “His father was promoted to general manager of tex
Sasha Jones Morales “Come on, tell me more about this Camille.”Damon's car has been driving around New York for about ten minutes now. He hasn't said a word since the start of the ride, but I feel hislook through the rearview mirror. I take a breath before answering Ella. “I like him, for a while actually, and today I'm literallycame across him and it gave us the opportunity to chat.”Ella smiles like she's excited for me, she's about to speak but Damon beats her to my surprise. “It’s funny Sasha, I didn’t imagine you at all with that kind of boy.”I furrow my eyebrows as I meet his gaze through the rearview mirror." Oh no ? And what kind of boys do you imagine me with, Damon? »I feel like he's holding back a smile and it annoys me a lot. “A little more serious?” “What makes you think Camille isn’t serious, love?” Ella asks with a laugh.I cross my arms silently, waiting for him to respond. “No, it’s just that, I feel like it’s a bit of a bumm
Damon Westwood The fresh air caressed my face, the sound of the waves was soothing. The sky was starry and the heavenly atmosphere of our hotel made the moment even more magical. The Maldives was an obvious choice for Sasha. She wanted to spend our honeymoon in the sun and tanning. So I followed him. I still couldn't believe it. Pinch me I'm dreaming. When Jonathan called me a few days after showing up at my house completely drunk, he said he had to talk to me and that it was a matter of life and death. At first I was skeptical, what he wanted to talk about was so important. He arranged to meet me at a restaurant not far from his office. He looked anxious. He only wanted Sasha to do something that she will surely regret in the near future. -I know you both love each other. He said. Then he offered me something. That I arrange to divorce before marriage. That way I will have the opportunity to propose to Sasha. I was confused and didn't understand why he would
Sasha J. Morales It's really weird that Jonathan wants to talk to me at this exact moment. I don't need an extra dose of stress. I already want to run away and leave everything behind. So I hope it's nothing serious. What’s so important to say? -It can't wait until after the ceremony? -He insists on seeing you now -Uh…Okay. You can give us a moment. -Yes my darling, no worries. My friends accompanied by my mother leave the room. The makeup artists and hair stylists also leave the room and I find him alone for a few minutes before Jonathan enters the room. He freezes the minute he sees me and I can feel admiration in his eyes. -Wow. You are really beautiful. -THANKS. You are just as beautiful. I pick at my nails not knowing where to put myself. This situation is oddly awkward. And normally she shouldn't be since it's my future husband standing in front of me. -I was really lucky to have you in my life. Eu? I'm seriously starting to panic so he takes my hands in his and le
Sasha J. Morales -Don't you think you should slow down on the Margarita, I don't want you to be half tipsy while the ceremony hasn't started yet. -Believe me, it’s the best solution for me to get through this day -You're exaggerating June. I say with a smile It was Saturday morning The Four Seasons was in turmoil Final preparations were underway It was the wedding day. I was completely exhausted even though it was just 11am My mother, June, Sam and Ethan were with me. They were getting their makeup done while Ethan put on his groomsman suit. June was on her third drink and she might end up on the floor if she continued drinking. -I can't believe my baby is getting married. -Me neither. I tell my mother Jonathan wanted us to get married out of town but I insisted we do it here. -I'm really stressed, gee, wouldn't someone have a joint please? -Sasha??? -What mom? ?? Everyone has their own solutions -I have an idea! June screams. How about we run away and run away to Mex
Damon Westwood -Where are we going darling? -It is a surprise. I took my mother in the evening for a little walk. I wanted to get some fresh air before taking him somewhere. We had been at the park for 30 minutes now and we were walking arm in arm. The evening runners were finishing their races, some flower sellers were still present and the lovers were holding hands to enjoy the last rays of the sun. It was really pleasant. -Tell me my son…so there really is more hope with Sasha? I huff before leading her to one of the free benches and making us sit down. -She's getting married, mom. -Damon it’s not- I cut it off immediately. Trying to convince me or give me false hope is completely useless. -Mom, stop, that’s enough. I know that you really like Sasha and that you also want me to be happy, but I think it's time to move on. All I wish for her is that she is happy and if that happiness is near Jonathan then so be it. It breaks my heart to say it out loud but it also makes
Sasha J. Morales I had locked myself in the guest room with a bottle of whiskey in my hand, lying on the floor. It was either half full or half empty. In short, I don't know, my mind is already clouded by alcohol. John hadn't come home yet even though it was well into the night and that suited me, I had no desire to confront him this evening. However, my parents were a completely different story. My mother had been trying to get her out of this damn room for an hour now but I needed to isolate myself a little. I thought I had finally put the past behind me but it caught up with me. Damn, no matter how hard I looked I don't know how they got their hands on this story. I was always careful not to be recognized and Sam always made sure our personal information didn't leak. So how is this possible? I pick up my phone before turning it on. It kept vibrating so I had to turn it off to get some peace. And it’s no surprise that I see missed calls from Ethan, Sam, June but also Jonathan
Damon Westwood -It’s my fault for going to see him. You're obsessed with a divorce that won't happen. Someone had to calm you down We were in our house, I had come home because I had gone to see friends not far away. And I was lazy to drive to my apartment. And I decided to talk to the crazy woman who will soon be my ex-wife. -You really think that involving my father will change anything in our situation. -Someone has to slap you on the wrist, you're behaving like a capricious kid. I massage my eyebrows, I'm on the verge of having a horrible migraine. I start to laugh quietly. -Ella what the hell are you looking for? We are going to divorce and nothing can stop me from doing it, not even my father. -Are you aware that I still have all my physical faculties and that if I refuse to sign you cannot force me to do so? You at least know that, right? Yes I know about it but she won't have a choice. She used me as a pawn to get revenge on Sasha and in our divorce she will be mine.
Damon Westwood -For the new collection it would be necessary….. are you at least listening to me? I look up at my friend and she looks annoyed. I get lost in my thoughts and have trouble concentrating. Sasha's wedding is less than a week away and since our little meeting she hasn't contacted me. And from what June tells me, she seems happier than ever. But I find it hard to believe it. Sasha is the queen of pretense. Not to mention that Ella is pretty annoying these days. I don't know what she's trying to do but the result must disappoint her greatly. -Sorry June. I had a… complicated night. -Let me guess. Sasha? I nod. -I think about her all the time and I want to destroy everything when I realize that it’s well and truly over. -Stop it you want, anything can still happen there is still a week before the wedding -You are way too optimistic June. And I thought you were her maid of honor, you owe it to yourself to support her in her wedding or am I wrong? -Not only when she m
Sasha J. Morales -When she was little, she spent her time trying on my wedding dress and constantly paraded around the house. She took the bouquet from the dining table and asked her father to act out the courtship. She was so cute. -I hear you mom! I shout over the fitting room. We were at my wedding dress fitting session. My mother and June were there and were both talking. Finally my mother told him about all my exploits as a little girl. I was in the cabin trying on a third dress but I could hear them from here. June wasn't too keen on coming but I told her that her presence was important to me since she was one of my few friends. She tried to sulk for a while but couldn't help but get emotional when I tried on my first dress. -Come on Sasha, hurry up and get out the first bottle of champagne, it's already finished and I don't want to end up drunk. -It's okay June, stop complaining, I'm sure you love the 4000 dollar champagne that you're sipping like grenadine juice. -Shut
Ella Westwood Nothing is right. Everything is going wrong. Damon is determined to divorce and after John comes home I doubt the news of John and Sasha's marriage seems to be in the news anymore. And I start to panic, for real this time. And since my fiasco the other evening I think I made the right decision. I was on my way to his office, I had not informed him of my visit. He will probably be angry but he will calm down when he knows the reason for my visit. I arrive in front of his office and notice that it is empty. Too bad if he's out, I plan to wait for him. I'm not leaving here until I have a solution on my hands. His secretary approaches me to talk to me -Please Mrs. Westwood, Mr. Westwood has an important meeting and will not be available for a good hour. -I have plenty of time, I could even wait for him all day. I open the door to her office and flop down on the couch before shutting her. His office is as cold and unwelcoming as he is. No family photo or