Post by Shawn DeLise on Jul 5, 2016 21:05:59 GMT
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♥ July, 5th 2016 - Mean Girl Mafia Mansion; San Francisco, California
For what seemed like the seventh time, RSW Vice President and boyfriend of Arianny Blake, Shawn DeLise, glanced down at his expensive Rolex watch. It was a quarter past seven and he had reservations for himself and Arianny promptly at 8pm at Saison, the most expensive restaurant in all of San Francisco. As another minute ticked by and there was no sign of Arianny coming through the front door and out to the limousine. Shawn grit his teeth. It wasn’t going to be pretty if he had to go in there and retrieve her. One thing about Shawn was his lack of patience and he was a man that did not appreciate being kept waiting.
Arianny was completely oblivious to the fact Shawn was waiting for her. Since moving into the new MGM mansion, she had been tending to Oddball, the beaten and battered manager of Jack Owyns. Having rescued him from the clutches of the
The princess had also gifted her little freak of a friend with the master bedroom suite of the mansion. As perfect as the massive bedroom had been, Arianny had always shared her space with Dallas. The separation anxiety Arianny had felt for being away from Dallas had been the only downside to her stay in prison. When Dallas had selected a bedroom down the hall from the master suite, Arianny had picked the room right across the hall. Mondae was next door to Arianny, obviously.
Currently, Arianny was in the master suite and she was tending to Oddball as she had been since last Thursday. Words just couldn’t explain why Arianny loved Oddball, but it was that affection that had her dressed in one of the sluttiest nurse’s costumes and high heel combinations you could imagine. To make the whole scene worse, Oddball was being kept handcuffed to the bed so Owyns couldn’t steal him back encase he somehow found out where his minion had been taken. Arianny was straddling the man’s stomach, her backside exposed and revealing that she was wearing nothing more than a slip of red lace as underwear. Oddball, who’s face was bandaged up, was being made to sip water through a straw that Arianny was holding.
“You have to drink this water,” Arianny was saying. “Dr. Gleeson said that you’re severely dehydrated thanks to not having food or water. You don’t want to end up in the hospital do you? They murder people in hospitals and now that I have you back, I am not going to let anything happen to you. Jack Owyns is going to pay for hurting you and he will regret ever sleeping with Georgia DeLise. Remember what I showed you on my social account? That stupid bitch.”
Oddball made some noises in response, but it just sounded like he was choking. Arianny sighed and pushed her gorgeous blond hair back off her face. “Pretty soon, Jack is going to end up inside the ring with me and I will destroy him. That man is the bane of my existence and he will not get away with trying to humiliate Money and me.”
Just then the door leading into the master bedroom swung open and in walked an impatient man - a fucking pissed man. Shawn DeLise lived by the philosophy that he didn’t wait on anyone, everyone waits on him. That’s how it was in his world. “Can’t you fucking read a watch?”
He froze at the sight in front of his eyes. If you thought he was mad at Arianny making him wait and possibly arriving late, this was a whole new level. “What the fuck? Who the fuck is this, you fucking slut!?”
A startled Arianny dropped the glass of water she was holding and it spilled all over Oddball and the covers of the bed. She whipped around to see Shawn framed in the doorway and fuming. “How the hell did you get in here?” she demanded once she found her voice. Then she noticed Shawn’s face. He looked as if someone had punched him. “What happened to you? You look so ugly right now.”
“I bought the fucking house. How do you think I got in?!” He takes an angry hand through his hair. “And don’t fucking worry about how I look right now. If you want to see ugly, go look in the goddamn mirror.”
“Please. I know I look perfect.” Arianny rolled her eyes and climbed off the bed. “Also, you need to learn to knock before barging into bedrooms that don’t belong to you. This is my friend Oddball. I found him beaten and battered at some meth house the other day.”
“First of all. A fucking meth house!? What the fuck you doing at a meth house now?” Shawn fumed as he found himself crossing the room. He was unsure if he should start laying blows to the handcuff man or just backhand Arianny. “And fucking second! This bedroom, this house all belongs to me so get that through your head!”
Shawn was inches from her face but Arianny didn’t seem to care. She simply pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips. “And you need to get it through your head that I do not react well to people screaming at me. Stop speaking to me like I am some moronic slore. We found him at Jack Owyns apartment if you must know. That’s his manager. Your whore sister’s boyfriend almost beat him to death. So we got him out of there and brought him here.”
The words Georgia’s boyfriend almost sent Shawn in another out of control temper tantrum. “They ain't fucking boyfriend and girlfriend -- I don't want to even think about that! Just fucking nasty.” He tried to shake the image out of his head, and to do that he focused his attention on his forced girlfriend’s slutty outfit. It struck him in that moment that he really just wanted to anger fuck Arianny, not backhand her. “Fuck. I wouldn't have to scream if you would just fucking listen to me. You know what, just go get ready. We need to leave as soon as possible. We have reservations at 8 at Saison, the most expensive restaurant this city has. The cameras are there and everything. So forget this fuck and let's try and leave within the next fifteen minutes.”
Rolling her eyes, Arianny tossed her hair back off her shoulder. “Fine. I will get ready but I am not going to forget about Oddball. Ever.”
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♥ Two hours later - Still @mgm's Mansion; Shawn Continues to Fume
Arianny emerged from her bedroom, dolled up and ready to go. She was wearing a dress that Shawn had had delivered to her earlier that day. It was a cream colored, designer gown that had a plunging neckline and left very little to the imagination. Her hair and makeup were styled to perfection and a delicate platinum necklace wrapped around her delicate throat.
Obviously her effort had caused them to miss their reservations and when Arianny finally made it down the spiral staircase and into the foyer, she flashed Shawn a brilliant smile. “I’m ready! Where are you taking me?”
“Fucking nowhere now,” he spat, but he did drink in the site of her standing before him in the gorgeous dress he had picked out himself. “Saison closes at 9:30, and all that money spent is now down the fucking drain.”
Arianny shrugged her shoulders. “Saison sucks anyway.”
It was his favorite restaurant.
“But I am hungry,” she admitted. “Oooh! I know! It’s Taco Tuesday. Lets go to the food trucks that are downtown. We discovered a ton of them on Sunday when we were out and about. Money and I always get the same thing - fish tacos and churros. So delish.”
Food trucks didn't sound at appealing to Shawn but he was starving. Thanks to Arianny’s lack of respect for time management their options were few and far between. “You probably never even ate at fucking Saison’s,” Shawn muttered. “It's either McDonalds or food trucks and I’d rather eat at a food truck than the other shithole.”
He pointed for her to head towards the door where the car waited outside. “After you.” As Arianny walked past him, Shawn shook his head in appreciation at his prize. He couldn't help it. His hand slapped her ass and gripped it tightly. “You look so fucking sexy, like a total fucking trophy. My trophy.” He nipped at her ear and Arianny did her best to not cringe.
tbc... in part II
