Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Three, Chapter Sixteen: Serpent ( Chapter 16 )

Serpent

Elina felt like screaming with scissors in her hand. He's been married for a month and a half. To that woman! She wasn't even Russian. Nikita's married a Japanese slut! Her hand violently shook with the scissors in them. Her boss, Asya, looked at her with a puzzled face.

“Elina, what's on your mind?”

The young stylist snapped up her head. “WHAT?!?” Her boss looked at her funny. Elina's eyes widened as she realized what she had just done. Too late now! Asya gave her a “you are out of line” look.

“In my office,” she said.

“But I'm still working this…”

“Finish her up and then come into my office.”

Elina looked down at the woman whose hair she was cutting. The stylist knew she has messed up this time. “Okay.” Her boss turned and walked into her office next door to the salon. Elina's customer looked up at her stylist.

“You're in trouble now,” she said.

Elina's cheeks burned red. “Shut up!” She picked up work with her scissors again. The customer sat there wishing that she had kept her mouth shut.

In ten minutes, Elina made her way to Asya's office. She looked down at the ground the whole time. Her boss kept her eyes on her.

“Take a seat,” she said. Elina did so in silence. Neither woman spoke at first. Asya laced her fingers together.

“What has been going on with you lately?” she asked. “You keep snapping at the customers and now you've left your mind and snapped at me.”

Elina looked down at the floor. Asya's sharp mind began to put two and two together.

“Oh, don't tell me you haven't…” she started up. “Oh Elina!”

The stylist slammed her fists down onto her lap. “But, I still love him!”

“But he's married now!”

“Don't remind me! I hate that slut!”

Asya sat and stared at her. Her employee never used to be like this. “What's happened to you?”

Elina pulled her head upwards at her. “What do you mean?”

“What happened to the woman that bragged she was over her ex?”

“I was!”

“So what happened?”

“I found out I still love him.”

“When?”

“Months.”

“Months when?”

“Before he went to Japan and brought her back!”

Asya felt her heart aching with sympathy for her employee. “Elina…” She reached to touch her. The stylist flinched away.

“DON'T TOUCH ME!!!” she barked. Her boss backed up, nervously.

“Okay,” she said. “I think you just need to take the day off. It's all getting to you.” Elina's eyes widened as she thought that she was going to choke.

“WHAT?!?” she cried. Asya lightly shushed her.

“Just go home for the day and come back tomorrow,” she said. “I'll cover for the rest of your clients.”

“But—”

“Just leave and don't make a scene on the way out.”

Elina dropped her head, frustrated. “Yes.” The stylist got up and walked out of the office. Asya shook her head to herself as the door slammed shut. “I can never really figure out that girl…” she thought.

Elina walked to her car, still wanting to scream. Her frustrated rage had danced all the way to her workplace. “That idiot!” she thought as she unlocked her car door. “What does he see in that slut?!?” She climbed inside her 2003 Lada and drove off. Her vision was blurred with heat. She couldn't take it anymore. “I… I just have to get him back!” Elina thought. Heh, easier said than done.

The stylist pulled up to a red light pondering what went wrong. Not with the relationship. She and him already figured that one out and moved on from there. No, her mind was lost on what went wrong with herself. “Where did my charm go?” she thought. “I used turn heads when I walked into the bar.” Elina looked to her right. Three college freshmen boys were parked at the light next to her. She smiled and winked at them. The stylist even licked her lips and flicked her tongue at them like a hungry cougar. They stared at her for a good moment as if they were trying to figure her out. Elina began to frown. “They're looking like me as if I escaped from the funny farm!” The light changed green and she drove off. Elina just wanted to drive off into a black hole and disappear forever.

“I want to get him back,” she thought. “But I have to get the wife out of the way.” But how? How to get rid of the enemy without committing any crimes to do so? Elina took a moment to think about it as she drove past Moscow Tech Mail Support's building. She slowed almost to a stop in traffic. “He's working right now, isn't he?” the woman thought. Then, an idea began to build up in her head. She licked her lips when it all finalized. However, she came back when a honking horn smacked her back to earth.

“Hey! Move it, lady!” the middle-aged driver barked at her. “I ain't got all day! Some of us have to work, you know?” Elina stuck up her middle finger in the rear mirror and pulled in the MTMS's parking lot. The driver sneered at her.

“Crazy bitch,” he mumbled to himself as he drove away. Elina parked in the first visitor's spot that she could find. She turned off the car and unbuckled her seatbelt. The stylist reached under her tan-brown short skirt and slid off her panties. After a little make-up and fixing her hair, Elina gracefully exited the cars.

She waltzed into the building's lobby as if walking on clouded air. The receptionist recognized her right away while on the phone.

“Elina!” she said with genuine surprise. “So lovely to see you… again…” (The last of that sentence sounded forced and made her want to run far away.)

The stylist grinned at her. “Liza!” she cheered. “You're looking well! Is Niki-pooh in?”

“Uh…” Liza tried to lie as her eyes looked for an escape from Nikita's sexpest of an ex. Elina's eyes lit up in her revelation.

“Ah! He is!” she cheered. “Bring him out! Bring him out! Bring out!” Liza found herself in a jam. Nikita and everyone else at the company warned her not to let Elina in to see him under any circumstances. But this woman was just a persistent, obsessive little sexpest. The woman hoped that something would save her from the stylist.

“Elina?!?” a man's voice almost shouted. “What the fuck?!?” The women looked up to see Nikita with his paperwork in his hands and a drained look on his face. His ex told to him with a huge jackal grin on his face.

“Hello Niki-pooh!” she greeted him in a husky, flirty voice. “I'm not wearing any underwear!” She winked and licked her lips at him. Nikita slowly began to back away from her. Elina walked forward to him in her quest to get him back from Mai. Oh, she's not done yet. Believe me!

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