09 July 2009

Melanie's Worth: Part Seven

Melanie was introduced to Alex Donovan the well renown night spot genius, there were whispers that he was the Bill Gates of night clubs and bars and had names to many outrageously, ridiculously prices clubs and bars around the globe and Melanie had an inkling that he had a thing for Gloria. She watched the way he looked at her and the way his hand settled on the small of her back and the way, he would always look at other guys to warn them off and Melanie could definitely see a man who was a possessive lover, or perhaps a man who was in love with a woman who didn't know it. Melanie excused herself, tired of being the third wheel in the party and went in search of the ladies toilets, once inside, she gasped at the grandeur of it. Large ornate gold plated mirrors and crystal sinks, fit for a queen and what looked like a king too as the toilets were adjoined. Unisex toilets, always keen to be modern, the guy didn't miss a thing. She washed her hands and fixed her hair and make-up and walked slowly out of the toilets.

"Look here, I've broken the ice,"came the line and Melanie spun around to the voice and laughed, seeing the lanky man's hands turn white with ice cubes in his hand.

She laughed so hard, the man didn't know what to say next, "Not heard that one before... that's hilarious, where did you pick that up?"

"I thought of it," the man said, edging slowly away.

"Yeah, original!" Melanie said laughing continuously until the man was running away to pounce on another woman.

"That's a fine trick you just performed there, perhaps you should go into acting," came the voice and Melanie instantly stood upright. It was Sam, Sam in the flesh standing in front of her.

"Yeah, I think I most likely will... Give you a run for your money," Melanie replied, "If you'll excuse me, I can't talk to you."

"And why not?" Sam said a little perturbed, as he tugged her arm and made her look up at him.

"That's none of your business," Melanie said, shrugging her grip from his. She stormed off into the VIP section.

"You look flustered," Gloria said when Melanie appeared.

Melanie grabbed her pashmina and her purse, "Unfortunately, I am feeling a little unwell. Thank you for the invite, I think I might just go home," Melanie lied, as she touched her head.

Alex stood up, "Let me get one of my driver's to drive you." He nodded to the man at the door and as if from no where, another man appeared and was steering Melanie into a secret doorway.

The cold air hit Melanie as soon as she stepped outside, she was ushered into a black limo, not conspicuous at all and was comforted by the smell and the interiors. It didn't take very long to get home and with relief into her apartment, she took off her shoes and into comfy Alexander Smith pajamas and went to the phone and ordered some Chinese take away. She set herself down on the sofa with a bottle of beer and switched on the TV. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell went and she happily answered the door and before her was the Chinese delivery man with a bag of her food, she paid the man and kicked the door closed and walked to the living room surveyed the contents inside the bag. Her stomach grumbled and she set the food down and put her feet up on the table and as she opened her spicy chili beef to take a bite, her jaw hit the floor, at the doorway, Sam Worthington was standing and his expression was fierce. She set the food down and stood up slowly saying nothing.

He was the first to break the silence, "So you're representing my wife then?"

"I think you should leave, this is a conversation I am not willing to have right now." Melanie said, moving towards the door.

"I'm not leaving until you explain to me what the hell is going on here!" he pushed.

"And the fact you neglected to tell me that you had a wife when you slept with me!" Melanie said back.

Sam paused, "I did not sleep with you."

"Then what were you doing in my flat then, if not to sleep with me?" Melanie's voice started to increase.

"It was my intention at first because we were so out of it, but then you threw up and then you slept and I spent the entire night with you, watching you and... look, that's not the point, why are you representing my wife? You don't know the sort of person you're representing, she is a spineless bitch, she's not to be trusted."

"And this is coming from an angry pissed off husband? Yeah, right... like you really care. You hate her as much as the next person and I'm sure you're just here to demoralise her. She has told me everything about the man that you are..." Melanie spat back.

"Marriages aren't perfect, they need work, I admit that... but you know nothing about me nor about my marriage and if you had any common sense you would stay well away from it. She's not to be messed with Mel, trust me I had four years of it," said Sam, his fingers going through his hair.
"Thanks for the heads up Sam, but this is my job," Melanie said, "And if you'd excuse..."
Sam interrupted her, "What is it worth Melanie, you're representing a narcissistic bitch, she will do absolutely everything to get back at me because I'm not bending over backwards for her anymore, I'm not allowing her to get away with it... this time."
"Answer this one question then? What did she ever do to you that was so bad?" Melanie asked.
Sam paused and Melanie watched as she saw sadness on his face, "She had an affair, one after an another and with each affair a new pack of lies, it's as if the world knew one person and I knew another, it was a juggle between Jekyll and Hyde but the penultimate thing was I loved her despite all that but it was always me giving and giving and her taking and not giving a damn and there's just so much you can do, so much you can take... I don't know what to say to you, how do I know that you're not her..."
"What are you talking about?" Melanie's voice softened.
"How do I know you're not another Gloria? That's you're not made from the same mold?" Sam questioned.
"I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself Sam, I think you need to sort yourself out..." Melanie said, "Take some time out and sort your marriage out, if not with Gloria but with some guidance from the law or something..."
"You don't see the point, I have sorted out my marriage, I want a divorce but I'm just warning you off Gloria... she has a very jealous streak about her, if she ever finds out..."
"That's not going to happen because, I won't let her!" Melanie confirmed, "Now, would you please just leave."
Sam was about to say something but he paused and closed the front door quietly on his way out.

Melanie's Worth: Part Six

Melanie got home from what could only be summed up as the strangest day. She collapsed on her cream sofa and grabbed the remote control for the TV only to see Sam Worthington's face across it.
"Of all the bloody bastards," she screeched as she flicked the channel, only to see him on every channel. She got up and switched the screen off and headed to the bedroom, but before she could get to the bedroom, her mobile phone rung. She picked the call up, not knowing the number and answered it in her professional tone, "Melanie speaking," and she heard the purr on the other end.
"Mel, darling it's Gloria here. I was wondering what you were doing this Friday night? I was hoping you would join me at an opening my friend Alex Donovan is organising... well it's one of his new clubs... and I'd love you to be there."
Melanie never mixed business with pleasure but maybe a bit of networking she could make a whole new business for herself, she was tired of having to follow orders and be told to do this and that and her salary, she could be earning more. She had been with Charice for eleven years and she knew every PR stunt, press release and what to say to the demanding interrogative press. She could really do better branching out by herself and so she accepted. Now, all she needed was a stunning dress.
The black cab arrived pronto to Melanie slipping into a pair of gorgeous Louboutin shoes. She grabbed her matching gold clutch purse and a pashmina and headed outside. Once in the cab her mobile started ringing.
" Melanie speaking!"
"Darling, it's Gloria here... I've spoken to the bouncers on the door, to let you straight in. There is a massive queue outside of commoners wanting to get in, just say you're name and they'll let you in, see you there darling."
Melanie hung up, she didn't like Gloria's turn of phrase. She expected this from people, as she'd come across a lot of them all the time but somehow Gloria's phrase really bothered her, was it due to fact that she was Sam's wife and what did that spell for Sam that he wouldn't go for such commoners, did he even think like that? Was he like that? Was she just a test, an experiment? It was one night, a night she couldn't remember and she had been racking her brains out trying to figure it out but nothing came through.
After paying the cab driver, she got out and slammed the door. The street was packed with street revellers and party goers and barely there dresses. She could see the new club a few metres away and walked towards it and realised that the queue wrapped around two blocks, she walked towards the bouncers and gave her name and they unhooked the red carpet rope and let her in. She walked into a massive ballroom and realised she had the entire view of the club, she was told to take the stairs to go down.
He looked up from a conversation he was having with the fellas, a shot of Jack Daniels in his hand and followed the gaze of his two close friends. They were staring at something in the distance and as he looked up himself, his heart shot out of his chest, well it felt like it did. She was wearing a red dress and a rather large gold belt, but that belt made her womanly curves more pronounced and he was thinking about that night he had spent with her. He had watched her sleep, after she had thrown up on her pillow and he'd wanted to clean it up but she had fallen asleep on it. He smiled to himself and his smile became broader when they had fallen to the floor laughing. His gaze never left hers as he watched her descend the stairs and into the arms of... Gloria.
Something within him, burst. What the hell did Mel have to do with his soon to be ex-wife? He wasn't going to wait, he was going to demand an answer. He was about to stomp forward when he felt a hand slam his shoulder.
"Where'd you think you're going mate?" Sam looked behind him to a furrowed Christian, whose hand was on his shoulder, "Don't you think it's best to leave it." It wasn't a question, but it was a command. Sam had worked with Christian on his last film, Terminator Salvation and Christian was a friend and a big brother and somewhere deep down inside, Sam knew he was right but he couldn't shake off the feeling that Melanie was floating in the same circles as Gloria. He was gonna find out, without Gloria's knowledge.