kickin’ it...so now you think I was trying to set you up...what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Suddenly across the room, Travis was standing there listening to the conversation. He slipped into the room without them even noticing as he responded, “Yeah...what IS wrong with you Ms. Winfield...you seem a bit edgy lately?”
Whitney rose up and immediately strolled over toward Travis instantaneously embracing him as she responded, “Baby...I didn’t hear you come in...Danika was just...”
He immediately interrupted her, “Just leaving...Ms. Winfield I’ll get with you, later...now please see your way to the door!”
She gazed at him with a malicious expression as she unhurriedly strolled toward the door. When she reached the door she quickly turned around to face him as she replied, “You really don’t have a clue do you, Travis?”
She opened the door, sauntering out the suite without closing it as he replied, “That’s Mr. St Croix to you!”
Ursula had nervously been chain-smoking, and warm, angry tears had ruined her mascara as she sat there in a dark corner of the bar. Her lipstick had worn off on the stubs of the cigarettes. She downed several drinks as she thought about what she saw in that infamous packet. She was already frustrated with the fact that she slept with a man who her best friend had been sleeping with and now this. She was very distraught. After a few minutes, Marc came into the place and walked over toward the bar. She immediately caught a glimpse of him and tried to hide before he noticed her presence. He turned as if he felt someone staring at him. He strolled quickly over toward the table as he became aware of her presence. He immediately detected that something was wrong with her as he stood there watching her rub her eyes.
“Ursula...Why are you sitting over here in the dark?”
She smiled slightly as she responded, Hey Marc...what are you doing in here?”
He gazed at her with concern as he replied, “I come here sometimes to have a few drinks...Ursula...what’s going on?”
She looked at him, sipped her drink and then motioned for him to sit down across from her. She immediately fired up another cigarette as she responded, “India’s coming home in the next couple of days.”
His face lit up as he responded, “That’s great news...right?”
She sat there for a brief second before she responded to his question.
“Ahhh...yeah...but there's a little problem that India needs to address as soon as she gets back in town.”
Marc was very concerned as he immediately responded, “What is it Ursula...what’s going on?” “Is India in some type of trouble?”
She look up at him as she gulped her drink down and motioned to the bar maid to bring her another. He looked at her as he quickly replied, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight?”
She frowned as she responded, “Look Marc...don’t you come in here telling me what to do!” “Don’t you think I know when I’ve had enough to drink?”
As soon as she said that, she attempted to put her glass back on the table but missed and almost fell off her chair. Marc and his quick response prevented her from doing that, so as he helped her back into her seat. He looked at her and responded, “I think you need to sleep this off...I’m gonna call you a cab!
“No...Wait,” she immediately replied as she looked him straight in his eyes, “Why don’t you take me home...I trust you Kenneth uh...I mean...Marc...to take me home, okay!”
As she tried to stand up she quickly began to fall forward and instantly Marc grabbed her by her shoulders to break her fall. He looked at her as the tears in her eyes instantly began to run down her face as she replied, “I just don’t understand what she was thinking...why she did that?”
Marc was confused about Ursula blabbing and tried to decipher what she was saying. He quickly escorted her out of the bar toward his car. As he put her in the passenger side of his car he thought, “I really need to find out what is going with India...whatever it is I want to help her!” “I have to let her know that I truly care about her and this is my chance to let her know how I really feel!”
He fastened her seat beat and closed the door. As he strolled around to the driver’s side of the car, he could hear her whispering something under her breath as he finally got in