Chapitre 22: Meeting
Rayne and Ella walked in and found a table in a somewhat private location.
"This place looks pretty nice! I like what they did with the interior design", said Ella.
The both of them sat at the table, sipping on the red wine they had ordered earlier.
Rayne was telling Ella about how she got into a car accident and only recently woke up from a year long coma.
"What?! How did I not know about this?"Ella asked, surprised!
"Oh, but it gets even better! You remember Dillon? The guy I dated all throughout university?", asked Rayne.
"Oh yea, the decent looking tall guy? Wasn't he in accounting?", replied Ella.
"Get this, we were weeks away from our engagement party, with the wedding not far off either. Then the accident happened and 'poof' he's gone.
Not only did he not visit me in the hospital, when I woke up I found out that he's been taking money out of my bank account!
And the best part was that he spent MY money on his new bitch, buying her limited edition purses!".
Rayne was retelling the whole situation to Ella, allowing her to finally vent some of the frustrations she's been holding in.
Ella proved to be a good friend, laughing and listening to Rayne's retellings.
As Ella listened to Rayne, her eyes wandered around the bar. She was admiring the design and layout, until her eyes landed on a man who was sitting near the stage.
"Hey Rayne, I don't mean to cut you off....but is that Dillon?", she asked, pointing at the man discreetly.
Rayne turned around to look, and gasped!
"Well well! Speak of the devil, it's really him!", she replied then continued, "But damn, I barely recognize him. He looks like a total fuck boy now haha!".
Ella nodded and said, "Yea, for real! Who wears such flashy shirts anymore?".
Rayne looked over at him a bit more, noticing how his eyes were completely glued to the exotic dancers on the stage.
"Ha! Looks like he's turned into a real horn dog too", she laughed.
Rayne noticed the small box sitting on the table next to Dillon, and got curious as to what that was.
Just then a very sketchy looking man with tattoos walked in. As he walked by their table, Rayne smelt heavy tobacco mixed with other scents mixed in.
Rayne watched the man walk around slowly until he spotted the box on Dillon's table and walked over.
He sat down and began to talk to Dillon. Unfortunately Rayne was too far away to hear over the loud music.
She felt that something was wrong with this situation. She knew Dillon, and no matter how party-centric he's gotten she was sure that he wouldn't hang out with this kind of guy if he didn't have to.
"Hey, do you think something feels off about that guy next to Dillon?", she asked Ella.
Ella nodded right away. She noticed the man the same time Rayne did and felt like he was not a good person.
As Rayne watched the man and Dillon, she felt whatever in that box was very important.
Just then, she watched the man stand up and walk towards the restrooms in the back of the bar.
Rayne stood up, grabbed her purse, and walked towards Dillon, and the box that was still sitting on the table.
Once she arrived at Dillon's table, she picked up her purse and strategically placed it in front of the box.
"Hey there handsome, I couldn't help but notice you from across the bar", she said, using her best seductive voice.
As she was talking, she used the hand that was not holding the purse to touch the box and store it in her system, placing it back on the table.
Dillon looked over and saw the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen standing before him, and motioned Rayne to sit down.
Rayne laughed internally, realizing that he didn't even recognize his ex-fiancé, and decided to play along for a bit.
She sat down and placed her purse on her lap, revealing the small box on the table.
Seeing the box, Dillon quickly pulled it toward himself, and turned back to look at Rayne.
"Hey gorgeous, you're more than welcome to keep me company", he said, trying to act cool.
Rayne nearly blew her cover by bursting out in laughter at his stupidity.
"So tell me a little about yourself?" she asked flirtatiously.
Just as Dillon was about to answer, the sketchy man came back to the table.
"Ayeee! Look at you Dillon, getting a babe to come keep you company already", laughed the man.
He looked at the box that was still on the table.
"Excuse us for a moment miss", he said and turned toward Dillon.
"Okay, I spoke to my boss and he told me to give you my number. We will have more jobs for you in the future", he said, placing a piece of paper with a phone number on the table.
"And here's your promised payment".
The man took out a bundle of cash from the inner pocket of his jacket.
Rayne was shocked to see the large wad of cash. She figured it had to be at least a few thousand dollars.
Dillon's eyes lit up at the cash. "Thanks boss!".
The sketchy man then picked up the small box and walked out of the bar.
Ella, who was watching Rayne the entire time finally relaxed a little bit when she saw the man leave.
Dillon put the money into his pocket and looked over at Rayne, "Can I offer you a drink, gorgeous?"
"Sure, I'll have a glass of wine", replied Rayne, observing Dillon's male hormones activate.
Rayne leaned over and rested her chin on her hand.
"So does a handsome man like yourself have a girlfriend?", Rayne asked while fluttering her eyelashes.
Dillon looked at Rayne, doing his best to undress her in his mind. Her body was perfect, making the blood rush towards his manhood.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. Why would you like to be mine?", he asked, already formulating a plan on how to get her in his bed.
Rayne averted his gaze, her eyes turning sharp. But just before she was about to reply she heard a screech!
"Dillon! What the fuck?! Who is she?", Krissy yelled!
Dillon froze, not sure whose side to choose. Of the two, the woman in front of him was much hotter. As he frantically came to a decision to introduce Rayne as his new woman, he heard her speak up.
"Ah, you must be the new girl", Rayne stood up, looking at Krissy with a small smile.
"I'm not sure if you've heard of me but I'm Dillon's fiancé!"
Dillion stood up, completely shocked.
"Rayne?! Is that really you?!", he asked, gripping the side of the table.
Krissy looked Rayne up and down, and felt inferior in terms of looks. Jealousy took over and she couldn't help but make a scene.
"Ha, I know that Dillon's ex-fiancé is in a coma, laying in the hospital. You must be some vixen trying to claw your way towards Dillon's money!", she shouted.
Rayne laughed at this, showing her pretty teeth.
"Is that so? I'm the vixen trying to get his money? Are you sure that's not you?".
Dillon looked at both Rayne and Krissy, unsure of what to say. He knew that the reality was that he was the one who took Raynes money, and was scared that she would expose him.
"Krissy it's not like that. Calm down.". He tried convincing Krissy but that just set her off even more.
"Bitch, you even have him standing up for you? Tell me how long you've been messing around with him before I claw your face!", screamed Krissy.
"Hahahah! Dillon, you found yourself a psycho! A match made in heaven!
Don't worry love, he's all yours. I give you both my blessing, but first I want my money back.", said Rayne, laughing to the point of tears.
Dillon panicked! He never realized that Rayne was so beautiful, and knew that she was a pure woman. His horn dog instinct twisted his brain, telling him that she was his woman, and he needed to 'claim' her.
He also figured that if he could get back together with Rayne, she'd drop the topic of him owing her all that money he's transferred.
Making up his mind he walked over towards Rayne, trying to hold her hand.
Smack! Rayne slapped his hand away, making him angry.
"Don't push your luck Rayne, you're my woman. I won't let you get away!", growled Dillon.
"You're delusional Dillon. I count my blessings every morning knowing I dodged a bullet not marrying you!", replied Rayne, angerly.
"Oh and I will get my money back!".
She then stepped over to meet up with Ella, who walked over when Krissy showed up.
"Let's go somewhere else, this bar has too much filth", she said, grabbing Ella's hand, and walked out.
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