Chapter 2 2

After everything, I thought he would stop calling me. He lied to me throughout the entire course of our relationship, even about simple things. I asked him where he was, he said he was at home when I saw him in a bookstore. Eventually, I got tired of it among many things.

I ignored his call.

'Please, I need to see you so we can talk,' he texted.

I switched my phone off in anger, stashing it in my pocket.

"What happened to you," Ivy asked.

"It's Waylen," I sighed.

"You never told me why the two of you broke up," Ivy spoke.

"Things just weren't working out. He was a liar, and we just didn't have any chemistry and now he won't stop texting me." I answered.

"You could have stayed with him; the guy was always around you like a little puppy. You broke his heart." She answered.

"It would have been worse if I continued leading him on. He was already planning on children and buying a house." I answered.

"Do you know how many women would kill for a guy like that," she raised her brow.

"Come on, you know what I mean. I just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment; I couldn't picture myself with him in the future." I answered.

"I don't blame you; the guy was a bit of a creep anyways," she answered.

There was a soft knock on the door.

I left the room to answer the door.

A middle-aged woman with her hair tied in a neat bum stood at the door, she smiled at me holding a parcel in her hands. It looked like dresses, all of them in their coverings.

"I'm here to drop off these dresses for Ms Maddison," She smiled.

"You can give them to me," I answered.

She smiled, handing me the dresses.

I watched her leave before closing the door.

I returned to the bedroom, placing the dresses on the bed.

Ivy looked at me wondering what it was. The shimmer in her eyes told me this would bring nothing but trouble.

Before I could protest, she was already opening the zipper. "It's Chris Dior," Ivy exclaimed, running her fingers across one of the dresses.

"Put that down," I demanded, reading her mind.

I've seen this side of Ivy before, the last time she let her curiosity get the best of her, we nearly got kicked out of the bar.

"Come on, a dress like that? It's just begging to be worn." She spoke.

My words were unheard. She was already removing the black sparking beauty from its cover, attempting to put it on. I'd kill for a dress like that.

"This isn't Maid in Manhattan. You will get us caught, we will never be able to work another job in New York or anywhere else." I tried to reason with her.

"Come on, you could be on the lookout." She begged.

Before I could protest, she was already running to the closet with the dress.

This was a bad idea for so many reasons.

I sighed as I continued with the rest of the work, Maddison would probably arrive soon which meant we had to finish up the job.

Ivy returned from the closet a few minutes later.

"How do I look," she asked leaning into the doorway.

"Wow," I managed to say.

It was a floor-length dress with both an open leg and a sharp neckline, it left most of her back exposed. It fitted Ivy perfectly, highlighting all her features.

"Wouldn't it be great to be rich?" Ivy spoke. "I just looked at the price tag, it costs enough for me to buy myself a decent car." She commented.

"It's a shame she is probably only ever going to wear it once," I answered. "You should take the dress off before you get us into any trouble."

"You are right," She answered.

She reached her hand behind her back, searching for the zip.

"The zipper won't open," Ivy exclaimed.

I looked at her in a panic.

As luck would have it, we heard the doorknob turn.

Maddison was here!

"Hide," I whispered to Ivy, throwing the covering of the dress at her.

Hopefully, Ivy would be able to take the dress off before Maddison noticed it was gone.

The door flew open as Maddison stepped into the room. There was no mistaking her, I recognized her from all the tabloids.

Two other women accompanied her.

Ivy ran into the bathroom before they saw her.

"The weather in Mulan was terrible," Maddison said, walking into the suite.

"Did you see Layla's Instagram post? That girl couldn't recognize good taste if it punched her in the face," A girl spoke.

"Susan sweetheart, that is just what happens when poor people marry into rich families, that's why we just don't mix," Maddison spoke.

Maddison glared at me as she finally noticed my presence.

"What are you still doing here?" She spoke.

"I was still cleaning up ma'am," I answered.

She threw her bag and her coat onto the floor before throwing herself onto the couch.

"Why don't you do your job and put my coat away." She pointed at me.

I took her bag and her coat, placing them in the cupboard.

"Madelyn, get me that tabloid." she pointed.

I'm guessing the other girl was her assistant.

She handed Maddison the tabloid.

"Chris Montenegro, I'm going to marry him," Maddison said.

"You shouldn't be so confident," Susan said, sitting next to her.

"If you looked like me, I'd also be confident. You should stop hanging around that stupid driver of yours, you are becoming dumber." Maddison paused. "Besides, I know for a fact that his parents are having a surprise birthday party for him. I'm going to ask my dad to get me an invitation. Once he sees me, he won't be able to resist."

Ivy was right, Maddison was really after his money. She was only looking for a way to target him. Who would have known that rich girls could be gold diggers?

"Why are you so obsessed with him, haven't you already tried calling him about a hundred times?" Susan spoke.

"You clearly haven't looked at his pictures long enough. He is an RPH, Rich, Powerful and Handsome. Plus, my dad and I already agree that it would be good for business. He is probably just busy." Maddison spoke.

At first glance, you would think that she is smart enough to know when a guy is ignoring her.

My thoughts returned to Ivy, I needed to help her out. I'd have to find the perfect opportunity to leave without anyone noticing.

Susan sighed leaning into the couch. "Wouldn't it be great to marry the love of your life? Someone who you can grow old with and who will love you no matter what." Susan spoke.

"Don't be stupid, love is an illusion created for poor people to feel like they are doing something with their lives," Maddison answered. "Besides, falling in love with him won't be that hard," she said, staring at the tabloid of his picture once again.