Post by Violet Ripley on Nov 14, 2015 3:32:01 GMT -5
Out of all the places I thought I would go, New York was not one of them.
I'd been pretty closed mouthed about my actions lately. Especially on twitter. I had my plans and only me and my DOA sisters needed to know about them. But don't think that you'll get me to give up my secrets just yet. Oh no... that would be giving away everything before the time was right.
You might ask... "Is she crazy?"
Why yes, yes I am. I'm quite crazy and sane all at the same time.
You see the ice queen doesn't understand why I want to destroy her so badly. It hasn't clued in yet what my problem is. She's got it half right when she says that she thinks it has to do with a mutual ex-boyfriend we share. The one Drake Hunter.
the man with whom I was meeting tonight. Him and his little trinket of the month although he'd claimed they were only 'fucking' right now and not an item. In all honesty, that was probably the best arrangement for a man like Drake. he easily bored of women it was obvious in the long list of ones he'd left heartbroken, I was not immune to this ailment either but ask me if I still loved him now and the answer would be no. There was no love left for him. For any of my exes. My world revolved around myself, my child and my husband. Phillip. The love of my life.
It was Friday, November 13. An exciting day for people like me that believed in complete anarchy. For people like Drake. As I walk up to the back entrance of the terminal 5, the regular vendor for the NYCCW brand that Drake ran with another of his exes, Bliss' trainer Electra Styles I can't help but think that it seemed a little too tame for the man I knew. Sorry, Used to know. While he'd gone in a slightly different direction, I had stayed on our original plan. I'm not dressed in my usual attire because after this little excursion, I was meeting that gorgeous husband of mine for a late dinner. So here I was, short little red dress, heels, and a big winter coat and I'm still freezing.
I knocked once before the door is pulled open and the blonde tart herself was there to receive me. I give her a once over. She was cute. Blonde... he did usually prefer blondes. Me and that Lacy chick were the only exceptions.
"You must be Violet."
I smirk. "Of course I am, who else would I be princess?"
I walk in close to her. Drake was right, she does smell good enough to eat. I lick my lips, restraining myself. I didn't want that, what I wanted was back in our hotel room waiting for me to return. I didn't want to risk there to be any conflict between my handsome husband and my ex-lover. I wasn't here to put out fires.
This was closure. officially. After this, I planned to let Drake go, just like I'd let Eric go. I didn't need anything hanging around and potentially holding me back.
"I'm Madison Watson. Mr. Hunter is my client."
I roll my eyes. Wow, she was stiff. Drake wasn't kidding.
"That's cool and all but could you just let me in, I'm freezing my tits off. I've spent the last 10 months on the west coast."
Madison steps back to let me in and then starts down the hall. We pass by all the locker rooms. I stop when we pass by one with the name, "Chris Shields." I put my hand on the door. If I wasn't married I might try to get between them just for shits and giggles, but I had no desire to play those kinds of games. I wasn't Kahlan. I didn't play men against each other to hold leverage.
Madison stops to study me, watching carefully at my actions. She rolls her eyes and turns, her heels clicking down the hall.
Well holy shit, this chick was uptight.
I follow along behind her, making faces at her back. I don't know what's gotten into Drake but obviously, he hadn't gotten into her enough. We finally get to the office marked, "General Manager - Electra Styles" I snicker to myself as I enter. Drake is sitting at the desk, his feet propped up on the desk. He gives me that arrogant smile he's so famous for.
"Vi..." He breaths and I instantly turn to Blondie to see her reaction. Her face remains stony, but I was good at reading people. It was a Cooper trait. She was insanely jealous of me.
"Maddie, can you give us some privacy?" Drake says and Maddie rolls her eyes and leaves. Drake watches her go, a smile spreading across his face.
"And you said you were having some fun with that?"
Drake smirks. "Oh, I am. She intrigues me. It's a challenge and she doesn't give in as easy as the others."
It's my time to roll my eyes.
"So you came to get some closure did you?"
I nod, crossing my legs. He watches with interest and I can't help but notice that his eyes go to my legs and his hands clench and unclench. Yup, he still wanted me and that was so satisfying to me to know that.
"Oui, I did. I don't want you or your new little girlfriend coming back after me for any shit later down the road like in WWO and Pride."
He smirks. "You and Kah are more alike than you wanna admit."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Don't compare me to fucking Elsa."
He laughs. "Relax Red. We're fine. I'm not going to cause trouble for you and your little DOA. I've been keeping tabs on you. I gotta say, I can't help but be proud of it since I'm the one that awoke that demon."
"Maybe you did, but I cultivated it."
He smiles shaking his head. "You have my word. No more bad blood between us. Same thing I told Kahlan a couple weeks ago."
Violet smiles. "That's all I needed to hear." She stands and comes over to offer her hand. "And of course, nothing but luck here... but..." She pulls him in close, her eyes getting seriously dark. "If you hurt another one of my family members again like you did Xandor I will cut off your balls and feed them to you. Do you understand?"
Drake rolls his eyes. "Keep your family out of my way Vi and we won't have any issues."
Vi pushes him back and smiles. "I doubt very much that Coop and X are going to be headed back here to New York. They're expecting in the spring."
"As are you I hear... a surrogate right?"
I nod. "I couldn't be happier."
"Remind me to send you a basket or something when the joyous day arrives, although you as a mother is just... nevermind."
I give him a wink, blow him a kiss before turning. "Good luck with Sam Thunder."
With that, I walk out of his office, right by Madison and continue back toward the door I'd entered in when I hear a voice that grates on my nerves. Slipping into a shadowy corner, I witness the door of the Sparkling Chris and see Bliss. She's on her phone and holding herself in that are that screams spoiled bitch.
It's funny, people don't understand why I hate her so much but that right there just sums everything up so perfectly. The woman never held herself accountable for anything. Didn't care that she jumped from man to man like they were nothing. She'd damaged Drake and ruined it for me. you know how humiliating it is to have your boyfriend call out the wrong name during sex? Or hear him moaning her name in his sleep? Even months after she'd gone and he was with me I had to deal with that. Every day hating her more and more than he even did until finally my wish was to see her suffer. She hangs up and smiles to herself and I decide this is the perfect time to play. I know her number. Actually I know a lot of things, like how Chris had this secret admirer that happened to know exactly the right ways to bug the little ice queen.
Oh did I put the woman up to it? Maybe, but I'll never tell.
I pull out my phone and text her.
I'm watching you. I know what you do. I know that you're just a failure. You're never going to beat Violet Ripley. She's better, she's younger, and she's a better athlete. You are nothing Kahlan Fischer but a big fat failure.
I watch and wait until I see her look at her phone as the text comes through. Her lips purse, her brows knit together and I know that I've planted the seed I needed to get a win over her in two weeks. She stares down at her phone in frustration.
"Who the hell are you?!" she yells as if the phone is actually going to answer and then the funniest thing happens.
"I am Siri, Do you want me to do a location search for... hell..."
I have a hard time containing my bouts of laughter.
"NO! Fuck off Siri," she yells at the inanimate object as if it's going to answer her. Growling she puts into her person and walks away. presumably looking for her brother whom I've been told has a match tonight. Then with the skills of a cat I take from my purse a pink envelope and slip it under the door. Time to continue this play.
Dance Puppets, Dance.
I'd been pretty closed mouthed about my actions lately. Especially on twitter. I had my plans and only me and my DOA sisters needed to know about them. But don't think that you'll get me to give up my secrets just yet. Oh no... that would be giving away everything before the time was right.
You might ask... "Is she crazy?"
Why yes, yes I am. I'm quite crazy and sane all at the same time.
You see the ice queen doesn't understand why I want to destroy her so badly. It hasn't clued in yet what my problem is. She's got it half right when she says that she thinks it has to do with a mutual ex-boyfriend we share. The one Drake Hunter.
the man with whom I was meeting tonight. Him and his little trinket of the month although he'd claimed they were only 'fucking' right now and not an item. In all honesty, that was probably the best arrangement for a man like Drake. he easily bored of women it was obvious in the long list of ones he'd left heartbroken, I was not immune to this ailment either but ask me if I still loved him now and the answer would be no. There was no love left for him. For any of my exes. My world revolved around myself, my child and my husband. Phillip. The love of my life.
It was Friday, November 13. An exciting day for people like me that believed in complete anarchy. For people like Drake. As I walk up to the back entrance of the terminal 5, the regular vendor for the NYCCW brand that Drake ran with another of his exes, Bliss' trainer Electra Styles I can't help but think that it seemed a little too tame for the man I knew. Sorry, Used to know. While he'd gone in a slightly different direction, I had stayed on our original plan. I'm not dressed in my usual attire because after this little excursion, I was meeting that gorgeous husband of mine for a late dinner. So here I was, short little red dress, heels, and a big winter coat and I'm still freezing.
I knocked once before the door is pulled open and the blonde tart herself was there to receive me. I give her a once over. She was cute. Blonde... he did usually prefer blondes. Me and that Lacy chick were the only exceptions.
"You must be Violet."
I smirk. "Of course I am, who else would I be princess?"
I walk in close to her. Drake was right, she does smell good enough to eat. I lick my lips, restraining myself. I didn't want that, what I wanted was back in our hotel room waiting for me to return. I didn't want to risk there to be any conflict between my handsome husband and my ex-lover. I wasn't here to put out fires.
This was closure. officially. After this, I planned to let Drake go, just like I'd let Eric go. I didn't need anything hanging around and potentially holding me back.
"I'm Madison Watson. Mr. Hunter is my client."
I roll my eyes. Wow, she was stiff. Drake wasn't kidding.
"That's cool and all but could you just let me in, I'm freezing my tits off. I've spent the last 10 months on the west coast."
Madison steps back to let me in and then starts down the hall. We pass by all the locker rooms. I stop when we pass by one with the name, "Chris Shields." I put my hand on the door. If I wasn't married I might try to get between them just for shits and giggles, but I had no desire to play those kinds of games. I wasn't Kahlan. I didn't play men against each other to hold leverage.
Madison stops to study me, watching carefully at my actions. She rolls her eyes and turns, her heels clicking down the hall.
Well holy shit, this chick was uptight.
I follow along behind her, making faces at her back. I don't know what's gotten into Drake but obviously, he hadn't gotten into her enough. We finally get to the office marked, "General Manager - Electra Styles" I snicker to myself as I enter. Drake is sitting at the desk, his feet propped up on the desk. He gives me that arrogant smile he's so famous for.
"Vi..." He breaths and I instantly turn to Blondie to see her reaction. Her face remains stony, but I was good at reading people. It was a Cooper trait. She was insanely jealous of me.
"Maddie, can you give us some privacy?" Drake says and Maddie rolls her eyes and leaves. Drake watches her go, a smile spreading across his face.
"And you said you were having some fun with that?"
Drake smirks. "Oh, I am. She intrigues me. It's a challenge and she doesn't give in as easy as the others."
It's my time to roll my eyes.
"So you came to get some closure did you?"
I nod, crossing my legs. He watches with interest and I can't help but notice that his eyes go to my legs and his hands clench and unclench. Yup, he still wanted me and that was so satisfying to me to know that.
"Oui, I did. I don't want you or your new little girlfriend coming back after me for any shit later down the road like in WWO and Pride."
He smirks. "You and Kah are more alike than you wanna admit."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Don't compare me to fucking Elsa."
He laughs. "Relax Red. We're fine. I'm not going to cause trouble for you and your little DOA. I've been keeping tabs on you. I gotta say, I can't help but be proud of it since I'm the one that awoke that demon."
"Maybe you did, but I cultivated it."
He smiles shaking his head. "You have my word. No more bad blood between us. Same thing I told Kahlan a couple weeks ago."
Violet smiles. "That's all I needed to hear." She stands and comes over to offer her hand. "And of course, nothing but luck here... but..." She pulls him in close, her eyes getting seriously dark. "If you hurt another one of my family members again like you did Xandor I will cut off your balls and feed them to you. Do you understand?"
Drake rolls his eyes. "Keep your family out of my way Vi and we won't have any issues."
Vi pushes him back and smiles. "I doubt very much that Coop and X are going to be headed back here to New York. They're expecting in the spring."
"As are you I hear... a surrogate right?"
I nod. "I couldn't be happier."
"Remind me to send you a basket or something when the joyous day arrives, although you as a mother is just... nevermind."
I give him a wink, blow him a kiss before turning. "Good luck with Sam Thunder."
With that, I walk out of his office, right by Madison and continue back toward the door I'd entered in when I hear a voice that grates on my nerves. Slipping into a shadowy corner, I witness the door of the Sparkling Chris and see Bliss. She's on her phone and holding herself in that are that screams spoiled bitch.
It's funny, people don't understand why I hate her so much but that right there just sums everything up so perfectly. The woman never held herself accountable for anything. Didn't care that she jumped from man to man like they were nothing. She'd damaged Drake and ruined it for me. you know how humiliating it is to have your boyfriend call out the wrong name during sex? Or hear him moaning her name in his sleep? Even months after she'd gone and he was with me I had to deal with that. Every day hating her more and more than he even did until finally my wish was to see her suffer. She hangs up and smiles to herself and I decide this is the perfect time to play. I know her number. Actually I know a lot of things, like how Chris had this secret admirer that happened to know exactly the right ways to bug the little ice queen.
Oh did I put the woman up to it? Maybe, but I'll never tell.
I pull out my phone and text her.
I'm watching you. I know what you do. I know that you're just a failure. You're never going to beat Violet Ripley. She's better, she's younger, and she's a better athlete. You are nothing Kahlan Fischer but a big fat failure.
I watch and wait until I see her look at her phone as the text comes through. Her lips purse, her brows knit together and I know that I've planted the seed I needed to get a win over her in two weeks. She stares down at her phone in frustration.
"Who the hell are you?!" she yells as if the phone is actually going to answer and then the funniest thing happens.
"I am Siri, Do you want me to do a location search for... hell..."
I have a hard time containing my bouts of laughter.
"NO! Fuck off Siri," she yells at the inanimate object as if it's going to answer her. Growling she puts into her person and walks away. presumably looking for her brother whom I've been told has a match tonight. Then with the skills of a cat I take from my purse a pink envelope and slip it under the door. Time to continue this play.
Dance Puppets, Dance.