Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
An irritated yet covered up with a fake smile stretched her face, “Why we need ice?” Isabella questioned her back, lifting her brow, “Then, why do we wear undies even after we put on pants?”
Anabelle rubbed her chin, beginning to think, “There are a variety of reasons why we wear panties but the most apparent function is to act as a barrier between one’s bits and bottom layers”
A cruel smirk crossed Isabella’s features, “So you’re this smart yet you keep leaving me LOST FOR WORDS!”
Ugh! Isabella formed her hands into paws as if she wanted to claw out her younger cousin’s eyes out of irritation.
Anabelle quietly wiped away the saliva ejected on her face. She pouted her lips like a falsely accused prisoner. How was it her fault that she was overly curious and her senses kept going in and out like a network status bar?
“Since you’re so good with socializing, you’d keep the unsuspecting women busy for about five minutes before making your departure.” Isabella, the chief superintendent of their little impromptu squad commanded her and added, “Make sure they’re engrossed in the discussion before taking your leave, understood”
“Yes sir, yes sir!” Anabelle stood at attention, saluting Isabella theatrically.
Isabella facepalmed, she considered removing her cousin but she was afraid of this little moron throwing a tantrum and exposing their rendezvous.
Isabella clapped “Now, everyone spread out. To your position in one, two – “
Annabelle looked left and out cautiously before she did a flip, then rolled out of the kitchen which made Isabella’s and Pedro’s jaws drop.
Their eyes met and held, they began to communicate telepathically: what was wrong with that girl, did she think they were acting a spy movie or what?
The chief superintendent shook her head and left, making her way towards Maria’s room which wasn’t locked as expected, mwahaha.
It wasn’t hard to find the drink because Maria didn’t know how to hide stuff or perhaps it was the fact, she didn’t have any hiding place in this room of hers that was equivalent to her walk-in closet back at home.
“Gotcha!” She exclaimed, pulling out the bottle and half of her body from under the bed.
“Now, we wait”
Isabella leaned against the bed, waiting for her accomplices to arrive and as planned, Pedro was the first to come into the room.
“Here they are,” Pedro said and passed a small bucket to Isabella which contained the cocktail glasses, ice cubes, and apple slices.
He shrugged when he saw the girl’s gaze settle on the fresh apple pieces.
“I thought you would want to garnish the drinks with the apples like they do in the movies”
A smile curved Isabella’s face,
“Great minds think alike” she gave him a thumbs up.
Since Anabelle would be arriving soon, Isabella decided to prepare the drinks in advance.
She grabbed the appletini and poured the electric green liquid into the three glasses. Adding cubed ice, she stirred until the martini was chilled before moving ahead with the garnishing.
As if on cue, Anabelle stepped into the room just as Isabella was through with the drinks, sweating and heaving as if she ran a marathon.
“Why are you breathing like a gorilla with a deviated septum?” Isabella frowned.
Anabelle plonked to the ground exhausted, “If you think it’s easy to make conversation with three grown adults and shake grandma off my tail, you can go try yours”
Isabella thought over it, “Well, you do make sense” she noticed Maria’s granny was really clingy.
“But don’t worry” Anabelle waved her away, “I sweet-talked her into leaving”
Well, maybe Anabelle does have some usefulness. Though Isabella wondered what she said to Granny for her to leave her precious granddaughter Maria and head home.
“Alright, no time to waste. Grab your glasses, everyone” Isabella urged them.
“Are we going to toast as Daddy does on ceremonial occasions?” Anabelle asked with a hint of excitement.
“Yes, Anabelle. That is what we’re obviously about to do” Isabella gestured to their glasses lifted in the air. She mumbled under her breath, “I wonder sometimes whether a zombie ate your brain “
“So cool” Anabelle cooed, not minding her cousin’s exasperated look.
“To our first coming of age alcoholic drink ever – well, to you guys to be precise” Isabella pointed out the fact that this wasn’t her first time.
“Fine,” Pedro groaned.
“To our first coming of age alcoholic drink” The trio chorused, clicked glasses, and proceeded to drink from it.
Isabella threw her head back and finished the content in one gulp.
Pedro glimpsed at her and followed her step, scrunching up his face afterward when he felt a mysterious warmth journey down his throat.
Anabelle stared at the both of them inquisitively, took a large sip yet wrinkled her nose.
“It tastes sweet yet sour and I feel the burn in my throat” Innocent Anabelle felt her throat with her hand.
“What are you drinking, water? Milk? You’re drinking alcohol, dumbhead” Isabella said sarcastically.
“It feels awful yet it feels good and did I forget to mention the apple taste is so good” observed Anabelle.
She savored her drink slowly, taking the sliced apple into her mouth.
“This drink has a much gentler flavor and lower alcohol content which I hope you both don’t get drunk from,” Isabella told them while downing another glass.
“I need a refill” Pedro lifted his cup which made Anabelle finish hers in a hurry, presenting her cup quickly to the superintendent.
“Me too”
“This is not milk” Isabella warned both.
“Please”
“Fine, a second glass, and we’re done. Better we keep some for Maria before she goes gaga when she finds out – half bread is better than none”
So, Isabella poured out the drinks for the second time and the third for herself.
“I’m curious about something,” asked Pedro who currently had a flush on his cheeks and eyes going unfocused.
“Sure, go ahead” Isabella shook the dizziness out of her eyes.
He pointed at her, “Why do we two always follow you into danger every time”
Isabella began to laugh but burped in-between,” Because I’m the alpha female and you two losers” she pointed sluggishly at Pedro and Anabelle, ” Are my followers – you are my beta and my moronic cousin, the omega “
“I-I no omega ” Anabelle’s words slurred and stood to her feet unsteadily.
“Where are you going?” Isabella eyed her because she moved, stumbling about like an intoxicated person.