Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“Not as gross as what you just gave me to drink” I gagged.
“I didn’t give it to you Isabella, you took it away from me without asking” he corrected.
“What’s the difference, anyway?”
“One involves the use of ‘please’ while the other doesn’t which is rude” he explained.
“Then receive my apology, knight of justice” I taunted him, and did I forget to mention that ever since Pedro had his eleventh birthday days ago, he’s been more outspoken and taller and more handsome – I didn’t say that. In summary, he’s becoming more appealing to my eyes.
“What in the world was that drink?” I asked, following him into the kitchen as he poured the juice infected with my saliva down the sink.
“Nothing. Just did justice with a few of the juices Maria made. I mixed strawberry juice with orange, lemon and added cream to it- which I found in her refrigerator”
My shocked face distorted into one filled with disgust, “I can’t believe I took that vomit-inducing concoction drink into my belly. That’s an abuse of my intestines”
“Isabella, there’s fun in creating the unimaginable,” Pedro said with a proud look as if he produced something worth a genius record, “You just have to be open to anything”
“Your taste bud is obviously open to any….” I faltered when something came into my mind, a smile broadened my face.
“I don’t like that expression, you always do that when you have a trick up your sleeve” Pedro detected.
“I don’t care what you say but if your taste bud is still open to anything, you might want to join in on this plan of mine” I threw the bait, now he has to grab the hook and be hooked.
“No way” He rejected my offer without second thoughts.
I came closer, “I know you want it, Pedro” came my whisper into his ears.
Pedro could not withstand my enticement for long, he eventually buckled, “Fine, what’s the plan?”
“There’s an apple Martini Maria hide under her bed from grandma since today, we could have a taste of that”
“Impossible!” Pedro declared so loud that I had to close his mouth with my hand. Thank God we were in the kitchen so no one heard him yell.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper-shouted, ” Do you want our plan to get busted”
“What plan?” Someone said from behind which made us jump out of our skin.
I turned around to see Anabelle coming towards us. Yolk, I actually thought it was someone important.
“What are the two of you planning?” Anabelle inquired, crossing her arms over her chest with narrowed eyes.
Pedro lifted his hands in the air, “I’m not involved, it’s all on Izzy”
I snorted, why do all of them like putting the blame on me? In the end, I give them a good time which they should be grateful for.
“It’s none of your business, Anabelle. I don’t need a blabbermouth spilling ‘my’ plan to her superordinate, Maria”
“I know I talk too much but if it’s fun, I could join and get to keep the secret, I promise,” she said.
I scrutinized her thoroughly. Well, there are a few times she does keep her mouth shut.
Pedro was bewildered, even the sensible kid Anabelle was joining in this crazy plan of mine.
“You’re going to join Isabella in taking alcohol?”
Anabelle scratched the back of her head, “I see Dad take it sometimes but he won’t allow me to have a taste, it makes it curious”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve tasted it” I encouraged her.
Her eyes brightened, “You have? What does it taste like? Also, did uncle Niles permit you to take it?”
“Trust me, it tastes like heaven and I stole it to be honest”
“Oh,” Anabelle said.
“This is crazy” Pedro tugged his hair, “Maria specifically prepared the juices so we don’t touch alcohol. You do know you’re blatantly disobeying Maria?”
“When have I ever obeyed Maria?” I questioned him.
“Approximately, none,” Anabelle thought over it.
“Thank you” I appreciated her for being useful this time.
“So are you in or out? Trust me when I say I don’t need chickens in this team”
The thirdPOV
“So are you in or out? Trust me when I say I don’t need chickens in this team”
Pedro was in a dilemma, he was the oldest amongst them, so was supposed to make the right decision yet Isabella had a way with words and could be quite persuasive.
“You’re running out of time” Isabella tapped her foot impatiently, she didn’t have much patience left.
The more time they spent indecisively, the faster Maria was liable to catch them being alone in a secluded corner of the kitchen – a telltale sign of their impending mischief.
“What’s your plan?” Pedro finally inquired which brought a smile to her lips.
“Simple, we have our fun while Maria’s still distracted”
“What?”
“From my hypothesis, your mother Cecil, my aunt Emily and granny is sure to keep Maria busy and preoccupied enough not to notice our disappearance – “
“That is all?” Anabelle was quick to ask.
“That is not ‘all’ because you interrupted me before I was through with my words” she scolded Anabelle who bit back the rest of her questions.
“As I was saying before I was interrupted” Isabella stressed her words, intentionally maintaining eye contact with her cousin.
“It would create suspicion if we all left at once so, I would be the first to leave for Maria’s room and secure the target – the Martini” she went on, gesturing to several points on a made believe invisible map on the counter.
“After that, Pedro would be the second to slip out unnoticed. He would head to the kitchen and grab three glasses from the shelf before grabbing the rest of the ice – “
“The ice in the bucket has been used up” Pedro pointed out, “Maria used them all on her juices”
“Fine, we’d use pre-formed cubes from the freezer tray” She suggested.
“Why do we need ice for the martini, when we could drink it like that?” Anabelle began her one of a kind questions.
Pedro’s mouth quirked, from the way Isabella’s face had contorted, Anabelle was about to receive one of her special lashings.