Naomi understood Mark was not in a relationship with the teenage girl, as he had admitted it himself the other day, but Samantha was a threat to her nonetheless.
The thought that the boy was keeping in closer contact with her made her dizzy. She was jealous because she couldn't get close enough to him, and she lived with the belief that she would succeed because she was the kind of person who had everything she wanted.
Especially since she believed that this boy was meant for her.
She smiled under her breath when she noticed that Alex continued to coax the younger girl, and it looked quite funny. When the boy had had a drink, he would get especially bold, and his texts were more polished than those of many a movie scriptwriter.
He was like a dog on a baby and couldn't let any of them go.
- Let me tell you something... even though I came from the stars and saw them all... - he began, gesticulating too intensely at the same time - ...I missed one star. The most beautiful one. And now it has fallen from the sky and is sitting by my side," he declared, boldly looking into her eyes. - You shine even more than at night sky...
Samantha, who had also already had a drink, giggled under her breath, thinking it quite charming.
- Tell me something else," she asked, opening her eyes wider when she felt her eyelids begin to droop on their own from the excess alcohol.
- Since I'm fascinated by stars, and you look like one of them.... - Hearing this, Naomi felt like returning everything she drank. - I'm sure your dad was a thief. Eventually, he stole all the stars and placed them in your eyes....
- Omo. - Samantha brought her hands to her face, covering her cheeks with them. She looked delighted by the cheesy texts, but she was barely on her feet, so at that moment anything could impress her.
And her thinking was also.
- Hey! - she yelled unexpectedly, pointing a finger at him. - My dad was not a thief!
Naomi rolled her eyes, and her attention was caught by Samantha's phone, which was lying on the table. The teenager didn't even notice the moment - fascinated by Alex - when the model seized it in her hands.
With interest, she went into the messages to read all the text messages she had sent to Mark.
The eighteen-year-old was reserved for her, but the contents looked quite funny. The boy had a quirky sense of humor and this particularly appealed to Naomi.
She was charmed by him.
- Tell me the truth... are you really in a relationship with this goon? - Samantha crossed her arms over her chest, offended by the way he called her a neighborhood friend. - Seriously? Maybe you want a new boyfriend? Because it's time you felt what it's like to have a real man!
He slapped his chest, and Samantha giggled under her breath. Rapidly, she forgot about the injury.
- I think you should go home now, Alex," the model announced, getting up from the couch. - And you too, kid," she added, looking at Samantha with superiority. - You're both drunk, so I'll call your driver," she turned to her friend, reaching out for his phone. Reluctantly, he handed it over, with a grimace on his face as he watched her head for the exit.
- I need to use the bathroom. - Samantha rose from the couch, but did so too quickly and abruptly, making her head spin. She fell right into Alex's lap.
She blinked her eyelids, noticing the roguish smile on his face.
- You are flying at me.... and literally. Should I take you to the bathroom?
- Knock it out of your head. You and the bathroom? Never again. I'm traumatized by the last encounter," she said, extricating herself from his embrace.
Taking loping steps, she headed for the nearest bathroom. Compared to those in ordinary clubs, here she felt like a kingdom. Everything was clean and neat.
As she washed her hands, she lifted her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She believed she looked just as good after drinking as she did without, but she was horrified by the image she saw before her.
Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, as if she had kissed someone, and her eyes were so small and glassy that she looked like she was high.
At one point, she laughed at her reflection, unconcerned about the elegant girl who accompanied her. The blonde measured her carefully; contempt was written all over her face, and she didn't hide it at all.
- You. - She pointed a finger at her, wobbling on her high heels. - Why are you looking at me like that? Because what? Am I prettier than you? - Samantha smiled cynically as the girl ignored her and moved towards the exit. - Hey! Be polite and answer the question asked.
- Girl, you're drunk and talking out of turn, so I'm not going to get into a discussion with you.
- Yes, I am drunk," she replied, putting her hand to her chest. - And do you know why? Because a handsome partisan got me drunk, and I'm afraid that by doing so he wants to take advantage of me sexually.
The girl furrowed her eyebrows, and a grimace twisted her face.
- Partisan? - she repeated.
- Yes, and I do not mean the meaning of the war, but his attitude to women. Somehow I can't imagine him at the front with that perfect face and seductive smile. I mean that his extraordinary ability is to charm women....
- What are you girl talking to me about? - The blonde was about to leave the bathroom, but then Alex opened the door and looked inside.
- I came to see if you killed yourself on those slippery tiles - he turned to Samantha, sending her a disarming smile. - But you're still alive.
He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, and his attention was caught by the blonde, who wanted to get out of there. However, at the sight of the boy, she gave up.
- Alex?
- Jessica," he replied with distaste. She was the last person he felt like meeting now. After he asked her out of his car, he hoped that fate would ensure that he would never see her again.
The blonde looked at Samantha with an unconcerned expression on her face, analyzing whether she was accidentally talking about her ex-boyfriend.
- As for this partisan who wants to sexually abuse you.... - she began, uncertainly pointing to the boyfriend - did you mean him?
Alex pulled down his eyebrows, wondering what he had to do with the guerrilla. He hadn't even done military service.
The teenager bared her teeth in a wide smile and leaned against the sink. She brushed her hair away from her face, feeling that she was getting weaker by the minute. She had the feeling that her legs were buckling under her and any moment she would lose consciousness.
Furthermore, she realized that this meant the end of the movie and the end of the party at the exclusive club.
- A sexual partygoer," she corrected her.
- What is she talking about, Alex? - The blonde stuck her eyes on him, clearly disturbed by the younger girl's answer. - Are you dating her?
- And what do you care about? - Seeing that the 18-year-old was looking increasingly unwell and losing consciousness, he intended to approach her, but was stopped by Jessica. The girl grabbed his hand, not intending to let him near the brunette at any cost. - Is this your next prey?
Alex measured her with a sharp look.
- She is not prey, and do you know why? Because I wouldn't take care of you, and I'm going to take care of her," he declared to her face.
He snatched his hand from her grasp and boldly approached the drunken eighteen-year-old. Samantha leaned against the sink with her head down, feeling that in a moment she would fall face-first into the tiles.
- Drunk. The driver is waiting, so we're going home. I need you to give me the address.
The brunette lifted her face and laughed under her breath.
- I won't be able to walk. I'm fine here," she stated, swaying to either side.
Alex glanced at her, stopping his eyes at her high heels.
- Are you proposing that I carry you? No way. - He wasn't going to play with her any longer, so he grabbed her wrist and led her toward the exit. Her legs bent in all directions, and she nearly broke.
She fell in the hall, drawing the attention of the dancing people. Alex felt silly, so in a laughing voice he turned to the people standing closest to him:
- She's a bad girl type, that's why she likes to draw attention to herself.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. He noticed that the girl had completely drifted off, so he had no choice but to take her in his arms.
- What have I gotten myself into.... - he muttered under his breath as he headed for the club's exit.
*
He bit the spoon in his mouth, ignoring the food that was placed on the table. He felt no hunger, and even his mother's cool gaze could not take his eyes off his favorite singer. He was delighted with her latest photo shoot and only swallowed his saliva harder when he thought about it: how beautiful she is.
In the entertainment industry, he liked women with claws, but when he saw such a girl on the street, he was automatically rejected.
Mark used to be weird and even heard it a few times from his mother.
- Are you all right? Don't you experience any problems? - Puzzled, he lifted his face and looked at the woman he so closely resembled. He resembled her, but his mother was especially stunning in her beauty when she was eighteen. She gave birth to him at a very young age, so this spoiled her plans for modeling.
- What issues would I have? - He replied gruffly, tucking his cell phone into his pants pocket.
- I'm just making sure you're okay because I've noticed that you've been talking to me less lately. - The boy shook his head. - And the girl who lives next door.... has been asking about you lately. I noticed that you spend a lot of time with her.
- Mom! - He raised his voice, outraged by her thoughts. He turned red in the face. - She is a colleague. She clung to me by herself and is still causing trouble. Her mother woke me up at dawn to find out where her daughter had gone missing. This is pathology...
- Mark! - admonished him by his mother, displeased with how he referred to another family. - How do you express yourself? A woman is worried about her daughter, since she went out with friends in the evening and has not yet returned home.
The teenager snorted under his breath. He knew perfectly well that she didn't go out with her friends, but screwed at a party for rich people.
At night, she texted him to tell her mother that she was staying with a friend, although he didn't believe it. He guessed that she was a hussy who liked to sleep with handsome guys.
However, since she helped him, he had to repay her.
Puzzled, he looked at the phone screen and saw an unknown number on it. He answered the call and uncertainly put the cell phone to his ear, as if he was afraid of whom he might hear on the other side of the speaker.
- Let's meet ... it's important to me. - Mark recognized the voice. Perhaps not immediately, but after a while he realized that it belonged to the famous model. Just how had she obtained his phone number? He would have thought that she had extracted it from Samantha, but the girl hated her, so that was impossible.
- What do you want from me?
He noticed that his mother was watching him closely; she looked as if she was concerned and wanted to find out at all costs who her son was talking to.
Could it be that she had something on her conscience?
- I promise you that this will be our last meeting if you would rather not see me again.
- I would rather not see you now either, so let's end it there," he replied indifferently, intending to hang up, but refrained when she spoke again, in an almost tearful voice:
- I really care about this. Agree, please.
- Otherwise will you harass me with phone calls? - The 18-year-old got the impression that this girl had some kind of strange obsession with him. He was afraid of this. Mark didn't like meeting people, especially people who weren't off his shelf.
Samantha he could still swallow because she acted like she was from another planet.
- I won't let go until you meet me.
- I will sacrifice myself to have holy peace. I will meet with you.
*
The teenager wailed with joy as she woke up in a giant bed, covered with satin sheets. Nothing could have made her happier than the fact that she had slept with a famous, handsome and desirable — by thousands of girls — model.
She didn't care that she was completely drenched and doesn't remember anything about it. She was happy to be tagged by him. After all, it was her first time.
She clenched the bedclothes in her fists and, smiling broadly, peeked under the quilt. How amazed she blinked her eyelids when she noticed that she was wearing a dress.
- What did he do? Did he just pull off my panties? - She scratched her head, trying to look there, but lifted her face when Alex entered the room.
- Don't worry. I didn't even touch you with my finger. I don't touch corpses. I'm not a necrophilia," he declared, placing water and medicine on the night table. - You lost consciousness and I didn't know where I should take you, so I let you sleep at my place.
Samantha looked disappointed. She thought she would have something to brag about because so many girls would like to be in her place....
- Did I get that drunk?
- You can be angry, but I called your govt. to ask for the address. He didn't answer, so I texted him not to worry because you will spend the night at a friend's house.
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
- I just hope he passed this on to my mother....
- Take the medicine, and then I'll drive you home. You probably don't even know what area you are in. How can you bring yourself to such a state.... - he stammered, while shaking his head.
He left the room, and Samantha sipped her medicine and faced the mirror to improve her appearance. She looked nightmarish, and if her mother saw her like this she would rather not see her face.
Alex lived in luxury, but the girl didn't have a head for admiring his house. Only when she rose from the bed did she feel what a real hangover was. She wanted to be in her house as soon as possible and go to bed.
On her way out, Samantha took the heels off her feet and pressed her hand to her forehead, fearing it would blow her mind.
- What time is it?
- After thirteen o'clock. I guess you slept well in my bed, since you woke up so late. It was probably because you smelled my scent.
The eighteen-year-old closed her eyelids, not having the strength to respond to his stupid jokes.
- My mother will kill me," she announced, heading for his sports car. - Know that this is our last meeting....
- Should I regret that nothing happened between us? - Before he got in, he winked at her, looking amused by her condition.
- There you go," she replied.
The gray-haired man drove outside with a squeal of tires, apparently showing off to the girl. When they were on the street, he opened the roof and sent her a charming smile.
- Fresh air will cure you faster.
He added gas, making rubber balloons and smiling under his breath, while Samantha put her hand to her mouth to keep from soiling his car.
Then she vowed to herself that she would never drink so much alcohol again.