Chapter 92

My sense of urgency and emergency is however required.

No one can tell me it is uncalled for even though their eyes are saying those exact same words, screaming how unnecessary it is for me to stand up as abrupt as I did.

Why?

Oh well because of the text I just got from Simon.

He for some reason decided to surprise me and now he is out in a black range rover outside the restaurant and waiting for me to come join him.

"Oh my God, oh my God", I feel so happy even though I saw him yesterday and even this morning, before coming to the art gallery.

I would fangirl over him every single time even if I saw him just a second ago.

Love is it.

I hurry through the aisle of tables and chairs and people and soon enough, I am in front of the doors about to push it.

I look back at the table I just escaped from and wink at my friends.

"I will be back", I mouth to them and they wave their hands at me smilingof course, they are happy for me.

Especially Bianca with the mischievous look on her face.

They probably know who I am going out to meet.

The very same one whose call I received about twice and the very same one I was texting and sending pictures of food to.

I bet they have their doubts already ab1

Oh well, they are right and in fact more then right.

I push the door open and step out.

I look around for a bit in search of the said car, but I of course am not able to find it yet.

The sun is out, so I squint and blink my eyes.

But by the time I open it,there are two human figures blocking me.

And I recognize them almost immediately.

"Do these people not know better than to look for trouble?" I mutter under my breath as I try to side step them, but one of them comes to block my path.

"Did you just refer to us?" She asks as her hand approaches my shoulder, but I dodge it and she almost loses balance

"How dare you?" She screams as she has to tmsteo down the stairs to calm down.

"How dare you what?" I ask with a mocking tone and I'm honestly a childish behavior away from sticking my tongue out to mock her when I notice that their numbers aren't increasing.

And where is the fourth and fifth of them?

There was about five of them there earlier at the gallery.

I am about to side step them all and go look for Simon, because after all, he is the reason I stepped out before and these people will not act as hindrance no matter how they try.

And if for some reason, they successfully act as hindrances and try to block me for moving, then they better know that they were asking for it.

Because I need to see my Simon and my Simon I shall see.

I just miss him so so much.

So it would be wise and more than wise for them to leave.

I try to take another step forward.

But just when I think they will be reasonable enough to leave me be or at least pretend they did not just encounter me, the other one of them speaks.

Without a surprise or any shock, I straighten up.

Oh well, they were asking for it, since they don't learn their lessons, I am more than ready to teach them one, almost for free.

"Fancy seeing you here Ashley, where are your little friends? The tiger and the timid one. Did they abandon you after knowing that you're nothing but a bitch and a gold digger?", Princess speaks.

Of course, it is Princess.

"I could say the same, where are your microscopic minions?"

I am not very much surprised by her audacity nor her mouth full of spite.

She seems to have influence enough for her to be ambitious and want to be a part of the circle that Bianca mentioned earlier.

But she better know who she is dealing with before she does stuff she might regret.

But she already started to go down her path of destruction.

And she better know that she was asking for it.

"That is no way to offer your greetings to someone you are meeting for the second time in a day, Princess", I say in a scolding manner which makes her react with widened eyes.

"A funny reaction for a correction, Princess. You must have been spoilt all your life.", I say as she remains silent.

She does give the vibe of someone who was never told about her bad and wrong behaviors.

"How dare you!" At this point, she's seething with rage.

"You dared me, woman, and if there's nothing more you want from me, could you please excuse me? I have some good to dig", I tell her and totally ignore her for any hilarious reactions she might come up with.

If we had met in different circumstances, maybe we would have been friends.

If that had worked, she would have definitely been the comedian of the two of us, because I can almost not hold back my laughter.

"You're laughing, how dare you laugh in this situation?!" She asks in a demanding tone.

Girl sure knows how to act entitled.

"You aren't crying? Why aren't you crying to mama yet?" I ask her as I'm forced to pause in my steps.

I have a fucking emergency! This is so frustrating.

"But if you really want to know why I'm laughing, well I guess you'll have to wait till you've remodeled yourself and changed your character and attitude towards everyone for the better", I continue, "but since that won't be happening, it's probably too much to ask of your spoilt ass, excuse me." My tone is firm.

Princess however, doesn't know how to read the room.

"If not for the fact that this was an open space and I am open minded as well, I would have thought that you were following me. But that is not the case, right? You definitely have better things to do than to bother me, or am I wrong?", I ask and of course, by now, I do not mean peace.

She can do whatever the hell that she wants, but I have gotten her tongue like a cat.

"You!", She points her index finger at me and doesn't try to gain the composure she already lost.

"Yes me, what is it with me? I would have conversed with you, but you should know and please understand that I am quite busy and cannot grant you the audience that you oh so wish for right no, look", I say, flashing my phone screen at her.

"I have to attend to someone I hope you never run into and for your own good this time", I tell her and walk in the midst of her and one of the other two who failed to introduce themselves.

I have never seen someone see for disrespect as much as this group of rich people.

I ensure that I brush my shoulder against hers as I make my way down the stairs.

But just when I am three steps away from getting to the last one, I feel a violent push from behind me, and before I know it, I am falling forward.

Damn, she really is seeking death, uhn?.

I hear gasps from around and a prideful snort from behind me.

I however can not deal with any of that right now.

My focus is on how to regain my balance and maintain my footing.

But with my hands thrown about as I try not to scream "rescue me", I find myself being held in place by someone.

Someone who I do not need my eyes to know who it is.

The sturdiness of his chest and the way his arm protectively wraps around my back and the deep relaxing smell of his cologne is enough to make me hold unto him tightly and just relax.

"Simon", I call from where my face is buried in his chest.

"Oh my dear Ashley", he says and kisses the top of my fore head.

"Let us go to the car" I tell him and he nods.

I can feel it even though I do not see it.

I just know.

Just the same way I know that princess is on shock and is regretting her actions.

Or if she isn't regretting it just?

She is going to.

That is not just a word, it is a fucking promise!