“Hello Nadia,sweetie,”cooed the little backstabber,”this is Breana, a friend of mine.”
” ‘Ello Breeawwna, soo nice twwwo foinalle meets chyou”
slurred out little Nadia, with her little I-don’t-know-what accent.
I bet it’s fake.
Along with other things about her.
“Hi Nadia” I said to the little hooker.
“Oh yes,” said Brenton getting back to buisness.”I invited you tonight to tell you that…” before he said these next words that would have shatered any one who wasn’t prepared for them, he looked up at Nadia, who strangely hadn’t sat down yet ( maby it was because she didn’t want to tear her skin tight leather mini-dress),”Nadia and I are getting married!” he announced as my distraction walked through the door.
“MMthas nice,” I said as I drooled over the hottie that I had called to come on a date with me tonight ( see, Brenaton’s not the only one with a smokin hot card up his sleeve).
I was very pleased.