Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) (11 page)

BOOK: Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens)
9.63Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

“She’s so little.”

“She is only two weeks old. Her
name is Willow. Would you like to hold her?”

“May I?”

“Yes. Here, sit down beside me,”
the pretty lady said and then placed Willow in her arms. She hovered close for
a few moments, and then smiling she said, “You’re good at this. You will be a
very good mommy one day.”

“She should be,” new mommy said
caustically.  

Hannah looked up in surprise,
as she hadn’t even seen new mommy coming this way.

New mommy’s smirk softened as
she looked over at the other woman. With a warm smile, she softly added, “The
only thing Hannah ever wants to do is play with her dolls. I swear, she plays
with them for hours on end.”

The scene shifted rapidly as it
does in dreams. New mommy and Hannah were in the playroom back home. Hannah was
cowering in the corner sobbing, but new mommy wouldn’t stop. She screamed and
screamed, and tossed Hannah’s dolls one by one into a trash bag.

Hannah knew not to fight back
with new mommy when she was like this because it would only make her angrier,
but when she ripped the last doll from her hands, she screamed, “NO! You’ll
kill her!”

The little doll squirmed to
life. It was the tiny baby from the women’s shelter.

“You can’t keep them! You’re a
bad little girl,” new mommy screamed madly and then stuffed the infant in the
plastic bag.

Hannah woke with a start. The
sounds of the crying infant echoed through her mind. So disoriented, for a
moment she didn’t recognize her own bed. When she did realize where she was,
Hannah looked over and saw Willow sleeping beside her with the blankets high
around her face. Hannah peeled them back and watched Willow’s motionless
figure. In the dark, she couldn’t see her breathing. After several moments,
Willow moved gently, and Hannah lay back down beside her. It took her a long
while to fall asleep again, and once she did, new mommy chased her through her
dreams.

Willow woke and stretched
luxuriously. She hadn’t slept in this late since she had started her
internship, but she had stayed up late the night before.
And, oh my, what a
night it had been.
Given their chemistry, Willow knew that if it ever
happened it would be good, but last night had blown away even her hottest
fantasy. Hannah was mind-blowing, fantastic, and so perfectly made for her that
Willow realized why she had never been entirely satisfied with either sex.

She also realized that this
would change her relationship with Zachary. How could it not? There were just
some people you meet that change you, for better or worse, and Hannah was that
person for her. Although she had no idea what Hannah envisioned for their
future, Willow knew in good conscious that she could not marry someone, not
when she shared something like this, with someone else. Zachary might be upset,
but he would hardly be heartbroken, as they had never shared a conventional
relationship. For all she knew, he may have had experienced something similar
last night.

Climbing out of bed as quietly
as possible so not to disturb Hannah, Willow found her discarded nightshirt.
After slipping it on, she walked over to the side table that was beside Hannah’s
balcony. As they slept, one of the servants must have come in and left
breakfast—juice, toast, bits of fresh fruits, and a warm plate filled with
pancakes.

Willow filled a small plate
with toast and fruit. Balancing the plate, juice, and her phone in one hand,
she opened the French door and sat down at a table on the balcony. Last night
had really gotten her creative juices flowing, but this morning she wasn’t
thinking about corsets or thongs. No, instead she was envisioned wedding
dresses, but not her own, Kate’s.

Checking the time on her phone,
she discovered it was a decent hour to call. Kate picked up after the third
ring.

“Hi Kate, its Willow. I hope it
isn’t too early to call.”

“No, we just got out of the
shower a few minutes ago. Happy belated birthday. I didn’t get a chance to say
it last night. So, what’s up?”

“Oh, thank you. Actually, I had
a few ideas I wanted to run by you. Do you have any free time this afternoon?”

“I’ll be working from home
today if you want to stop by.”

“Willow,” Hannah called out
from inside the bedroom.

“Sounds great. Say around two o’clock,”
Willow said.

“That works for me.”

“All right, I’ll see you then,”
Willow answered. She stood and walked back into the bedroom.

“Why the fuck are you sitting
on my balcony dressed like that?” Hannah questioned rudely.

“Eating breakfast,” Willow
said.

“And it didn’t occur to you
that I might have goddamn neighbors who could see you?”

“Sorry,” Willow muttered. “I
didn’t think about it.”

“Just get back in the fucking
bed.”

Willow peeled off the nightshirt
and then sauntered over slowly. At the end of the bed, she got on her hands and
knees and crawled up. “Why do you want me back in bed?” she questioned cockily.

“Come here, and I’ll tell you.”

When she got close, Hannah
flipped her over onto her back and settled between her thighs. Reaching for
Willow’s hands, she held them down over her head. Leaning down, Hannah licked
Willow’s lips, and Willow opened for her. Soft and sweet, Hannah took her time
loving her mouth, and just as tenderly pushed her cock deep inside. None of her
early irritation was evident in her touch.

Pulling away from Willow’s
mouth, Hannah rained kisses across her cheeks, her eyelids, her chin, her
throat. Hannah’s gentleness was Willow’s undoing. When she climaxed, Willow
decided that she could happily wake up every morning for the rest of her life
just like this.

Hannah pulled away before she
had finished. As she lightly stoked Willow’s raven brow, she said, “Now get the
fuck out of my house.”

“What?” Willow questioned in
disbelief.

“You heard me,” Hannah gritted
through her teeth. “I want you gone!”

 

 

                                                                                                       

Chapter
12

Long after she left, Hannah
stayed in bed, lying on her side like a babe. The quiet stillness was suddenly
erupted with a piercing scream, “NO!”

She rolled on her stomach with
her face stuffed into the pillows, trying to block out the sound of new mommy
in her mind.

You were a bad, bad girl,
little Hannah. And you know what happens to bad girls.

“No, I wasn’t. I didn’t do
anything. I promise,” Hannah sobbed.

You’re a fucking LIAR!

“No, no, no,” Hannah cried, tortured.

Crouched on her knees, she
slowly tried to sit up, but then remembered last night and then again this
morning…and her stomach convulsed. She staggered out of bed as quickly as
possible, heaving as she went; the contents of her stomach spewed across the
bathroom floor.

Horrified, she sank to her
knees. As she looked at the mess she had made, her trembling hand covered her
mouth. “Oh God, no.”

“I TOLD YOU THE LAST TIME—I
WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU DID THIS AGAIN!”

“No mommy, it’s not like
before, I swear,” Hannah pleaded.

Through the horrific nightmare,
Hannah heard a pounding on her bedroom door.

“Miss Fairbanks, are you all right
in there?” Consuela asked.

Miss Fairbanks, she had said
Miss Fairbanks.
This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t real. New
mommy was dead, but even if she wasn’t, the fucking bitch’s tongue had been cut
out. Hannah had wanted it that way. She never wanted to hear the sound of her
voice again.

“Go away, Consuela,” Hannah
said shakily as she stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She took
several deep breathes, but none of them calmed her. This was Willow’s fault. Everything
was Willow’s fault because she hadn’t played by the rules. Willow was a
cheater, but she had picked the wrong bitch to cheat. Hannah would show her
what happened to people who didn’t play by the rules.

Willow made it to her afternoon
appointment on time even though the last thing she wanted to do was talk about
weddings. Her eyes were a bit puffy as she had spent most of the morning
crying, but she thought she had done a decent enough job of concealing it. She
was wrong.

As soon as Kate opened the
door, she said, “Hello…have you been crying?”

“No, I just stayed up later
than I should have,” Willow lied, looking anxiously around for Sam. He seemed
polite enough, but Willow had a feeling he didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure
what she had ever done to offend him, and he had never been outright rude, but it
was the way he looked at her—as if she had no business being a part of his
life.

“He’s not here,” Kate said.

“Oh, I didn’t know. He just
seems to be so opinionated about the dress,” Willow said, trying to casual.

“It probably has something to
do with him being a transvestite,” Kate shrugged then smiled, “but Sam can be a
real bitch when he wants to. Sorry if he has offended you.”

“He hasn’t,” Willow denied
quickly.

“Give him time and a little
makeup,” Kate chuckled. “He’s really very sweet once you get to know him. I
blame Hannah, and speaking of, since it is just the two of us, why on earth are
you with that witch?”

“I’m not with her. I work for
her,” Willow corrected drily.

“All right then, why on earth
are you working for that witch?”

“She has a lot of connections
in the industry. This internship can get my foot in the door.”

“So would selling your soul to
the devil, and honestly, I don’t think there is that much of a difference. You
deserve better. I don’t even know you that well, but I know you deserve better
than Hannah. Let’s face it, Satan himself would deserve better than her.”

“She’s really not that…” Willow
started to say
bad
but the word stuck in her throat because it wasn’t
true. The very worst part about this morning, the part that ripped her heart in
two, was that Willow realized everything everyone had said about Hannah
Fairbanks was true. She was an awful, miserable, selfish, cruel bitch. It was
all true, but Willow hadn’t wanted to believe. The thought that she had been
prepared to walk away from the only person who truly loved her for Hannah made
her shudder. “I only have four more months. You can do anything for four
months.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kate agreed, sounding
less than convinced. “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t work for her for four hours
let alone four months. I guess you’re just a better person than me.”

“Or maybe just more desperate,”
Willow chuckled drily. Not wanting to think about Hannah a second longer, she
quickly changed the subject. “So, how did you and Sam meet?”

“I met Sam through my cousin,
Jenner. She had been hanging out with him for a few weeks before she brought
him over to our apartment.”

“How long were you dating
before his secret came out?”

“I knew right away,” Kate said.
“In fact, for the first six months, I only ever saw him in drag.”

“Really?” Willow questioned. “And
you weren’t curious what he looked like without the makeup?”

“Well, we weren’t actually
dating then. We were just friends, and I had some issues about men in general,
so he stayed in costume. Once we started dating, we both just knew that this
was the real thing.”

“Ah, that’s sweet. How long
have you been engaged?”

Kate started giggling. “This is
our second engagement. The first one only lasted for a day and a half.”

“Oh,” Willow blinked in
surprise.

“We had a few issues, but that
is all in the past now. That is why we are both so anxious to get married. We
just want to get it done, over, and official. We have everything in place
except for the dress.”

“That is where I may be able to
help you,” Willow said as she began to pull out some of the sketches she had
drawn from her portfolio.

After she left Hannah’s house,
the last thing on her mind was wedding stuff, but she had already committed.
Thankfully, she had been able to draw from some of her earlier energy. Otherwise,
they might have resembled funeral shrouds.

Kate was just starting to look
at them when Willow’s phone started buzzing. Looking down, she saw it was
Hannah. For a moment, she considered ignoring the call but decided against it
as her future career still depending upon Hannah.

“Hello,” Willow clipped coldly.

“Where the fuck is my flash
drive?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about my fucking
flash drive. I’ve looked everywhere in this office and it isn’t here. What did
you do with it?”

“I don’t know, Hannah. I haven’t
seen it.”

“Where the hell are you
anyways? The last I checked you still work for me. It’s the middle of the
afternoon, and you are nowhere to be seen,” Hannah screeched into the line.

Other books

Young Lord of Khadora by Richard S. Tuttle
The Longest Ride by Nicholas Sparks
The Talmud by Harry Freedman
Magic Burns by Ilona Andrews
Oliver by Caitlyn Willows
One Reckless Night by Stephanie Morris
Keep Me: A HERO Novella by Del Mia, Leighton
Holes for Faces by Campbell, Ramsey
Blood Relations by Rett MacPherson