Chapter 53 Billionaire Couldn't Take His Eyes Off Me
Sarah
"We're here." Shawn parked his elegant sedan in front of a towering high-rise, blazing with dazzling lights, and helped me out, offering me his hand.
Today, he couldn't take his eyes off me! He admired me as if I were some world-famous work of art.
Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the ever-growing anxiety in my chest, I followed him toward the main entrance of the massive residential building, guarded by specially hired uniformed men. We took the elevator almost to the very top of the skyscraper.
"So, she lives here?"
"Yes," he confirmed.
The high-rise looked identical to the one where he himself lives. Everything was the same! Luxurious design, excellent location, professionally trained staff. Except Kate lived not in the penthouse, but on the eighth floor of a luxury new building.
Shawn rings the doorbell. The door opens almost instantly.
"Come in," her solemn tone instantly makes me stand at attention.
A long-legged, graceful brunette with a magnificent figure, wearing an extravagant black dress, appears in the doorway. She glides toward us on slender, oversized stilettos, clutching a crystal goblet filled with a deep burgundy liquid.
"Good evening," I mumble, confused, but no one seems to notice.
The girl simply passes by, looking only at Shawn, then abruptly throws her arms around his neck, pushing me away with her shoulder. She kisses him on the lips right before my eyes, as if I weren't even there.
"My dear! I missed you so much..." she smiles playfully, pressing herself closer to the billionaire's toned figure. She brazenly rubs her ample breasts against his chest, seductively. And her breasts, of course, are silicone. Insertable implants, a D-cup. Just like her lips, which resemble two dumplings.
He glanced warily at the woman's mouth, then quickly extricated himself from the embrace, stepping deeper into the apartment. "Kate, what's wrong with your lips?"
"Huh? It's nothing serious," she dismissed, "just a little swelling. It'll go away soon. I went to the cosmetologist for a minor adjustment. It's nothing! Come on in..."
Finally, someone remembered me.
She involuntarily glanced up at me and intently, very carefully examined me from head to toe and back again. Her neat little nose wrinkled, and barely noticeable wrinkles appeared on her forehead.
"So..." we said in unison, looking at each other.
Then I smiled awkwardly, and she pursed her swollen lips and practically devoured my new dress with a greedy gaze, making her pupils, like a cat's, grow the size of a nickel.
I think she understood everything, where I got this dress from, but she tried not to show it, so as not to start our acquaintance with an argument. Again... Because our first meeting, to put it mildly, took place under rather unpleasant circumstances.
"Are you, Serah?" She arrogantly asked.
"No, Sarah," I correct her.
"Oh, right! Sarah..."
I guess I shouldn't have come here!
It won't work...
"What a stunning sight!" the girl leaned in, practically touching my face. "Yes, very similar... The only thing that distinguishes us is the cheap makeup we wear."
I barely restrained myself from making a joke. After all, I hadn't achieved my main goal, I had to see my dad! Then I could leave if she continues to make fun of me.
.I just got it into my head that beauty queens like Kate don't see boundaries. They don't understand that they can offend someone. Because they were raised differently. Because they live in a different social environment.
"Wow! So I'd look the same if I didn't have a team of professional surgeons and image consultants at my disposal?"
"Kate, don't talk nonsense," said Shawn, glad he intervened, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
"So what? I started going to salons when I was twelve! Now I'm curious to see what would have happened if I hadn't taken care of myself and let things slide," she groaned, running the back of her hand across her forehead.
"Excuse me," I said, about to head back to the elevators, when I felt a grab on my elbow.
"Wait," Shawn said, stopping me. "Oh, that Kate sense of humor."
"Oh, come on! I'm just kidding!" she chimes in, feigning laughter. A harsh, burly laugh. Like broken violin strings. "Well then, come in, dear guests. We'll sort this out. This situation is incredibly interesting and shocking..."
Wagging her plump, toned butt, clad in the expensive fabric of a designer dress, she leads us into the spacious, ultra-modern kitchen. "Come to the table."
"What will you be serving?" Shawn asks with a hint of mischief.
"I ordered their signature dishes from Renaissance. Everything for you!" Kate's kitchen resembles more of a modern museum, furnished with fancy equipment and furniture, than a kitchen.
White marble gleams beneath my feet, and expensive, obviously authentic paintings adorn the walls. And on the large glass table, beautiful plates with gold trim hold some rather strange delicacies. Mostly seafood. To which... I'm allergic.
Coincidence? Or is it all the same cruel jokes of fate?
"Serah, sit down." She said.
"Sarah White," I correct her again in a low voice, taking the chair she indicated.
The girl sat down next to Shawn. She ostentatiously draped her arm over his shoulders, indicating that he belonged to her. She gave me a sly, narrowed look, taking a sip of wine from her glass.
My impression of this pompous girl remained unchanged. After I got to know her a little better, I was surprised by how different we were. We simply couldn't possibly be sisters.
We exchanged a few more simple conversations, and then we started eating dinner. She no longer made silly jokes at me, but began asking me in detail about my personal life. Although she kept a bored expression, as if she was thinking about something else when I told her about myself.
But when it was her turn to tell her about herself, she started chattering louder than a cooing magpie in a tree in the village.
While she was bragging about herself, I looked at the oysters on my plate. They seemed somehow awful to me. Disgusting, even. And they smelled unpleasant. I simply poked at them with a fork for effect.