It Started with Ria

Chapter 4- I'm Way Hotter Than He Is!

Chapter 4

Finally gathering my courage up I go into the kitchen throw my phone on the table and start popping the corn and get all the movies out of the bag. While I am getting sodas out of the fridge Dominic comes sauntering into the kitchen. My phone rings and he looks over and scoffs, probably at the pic of Tom I have on my phone as his ID. It was the charity auction from two months ago, Tom sold a date with himself to some unsuspecting girl and the money went to the new wing they are building at the hospital. Tom was shirtless with his mirror aviators and low slung jeans. He was looking to fine to waste it on a woman as he put it.

"Hello," I answer.

"Hey, I am going to be a few minutes late," he tells me.

"No problem honey I am getting the snacks ready as we speak. That will just give me time to get all set up here," I tell him.

"Okay I will be there in 10 minutes tops, sweet thang," he teases me. I laugh.

"You got it hot stuff," I tease back. I notice that Dominic throws his soda can into the trash rather harshly. Man he is such a grump. He's like the mean old man who yells at you when you are little to stay off his grass.

Dominics POV earlier that same day

What is this chick's problem we have 10 minutes to leave or we are going to be late. I wait rather impatiently as I see her Uncle Cliff talk to her. He walks away. I clear my throat and cross my arms threateningly over my chest.

"If we don't leave in 5 minutes you are going to be late and I will be reprimanded. So if you can bother to stop standing there spaced out so we can go," I spit at her. She is so infuriating. So many people would kill to have the opportunities afforded her and she just don't give a shit. Surprisingly she doesn't back talk me and just gets in the truck. I notice what she is wearing. She looks like she is on her way to church, pft that'll be the day. She is wearing a long skirt and a top that covers everything and on top of that she puts on this holey looking long sweater thing. Who is she trying to fool?

"What's with the innocent church-girl look?" I ask disgusted with her attempt to fool others. She is the scum we try to protect the public from. Her eyes seem like there is some emotion there but I have no idea what it might be. Then they turn angry and she says, "Why don't you do your job correctly and leave me the hell alone." Now that is the scumbag I know how to deal with.

"Well you got the church-girl look but you ruin it with your big filthy sailor mouth," I say sarcastically. She just does the A number 1 rich girl thing and rolls her eyes.

The day went by pretty smooth until some douche decides to get all handsy with her. He grabs her and I see red. I grab him just as he tried to put his nasty lips on her. I throw him into the wall which wasn't super easy because he isn't a small lad. Victoria starts yelling at me to stop because she knows him. I stop, apologize, and grudgingly shake the douches hand surprisingly he tightens his grip to let me know he isn't afraid of me. Or maybe he was warning me off his piece of ass. Either way I don't like him.

The punk actually has the nerve to turn away from me to kiss her face. I could feel my face turning red. This is such a shit job babysitting a grown woman at her college and watching all the guys paw her. Okay I'm exaggerating so far it was just this guy, but he just makes my blood churn and not in a good way. Then she is all lovey with him and begs him to come to her house to watch movies...great. You will never guess the player move he makes next he tells her he will come over if they are all scary movies. Wonderful, I get to watch her jump all over him and scream while he paws all over her soft body...no not soft I don't care whether she is soft at all.

The rest of the day went by so dang slow going to each of her classes with her and just waiting. Finally her last class was over and wouldn't you know Mr. Player is waiting for her. My day just got worse. She runs away from me and actually jumps him in the parking lot. She even wound her legs around his waist, hmm looks like a normal position for the two of them. Then he looks me in the eye and smacks her ass. I thought my head would actually implode. Why is he messing with me? As I pass by I hear her finalize their plans for the night, eh.

She finally gets done with Tom and turns to me, "Would you mind taking me to the market?" she asks all nice and crap.

"Just get  it he truck," I don't even know if I am saying this to me or her. We go to the market and she gets snacks and starts picking up all the Halloween movies, which happen to be my favorite or they were but probably not after tonight. I raise my eyebrows at her.

"What?" she asks actually looking innocent. HA! I just shake my head. I gotta stop getting so involved with this chick she is a job and not really my problem as long as she is alive at the end of my shift.

"No, really I wanna know, what?" she asks not letting it go.

"Nah, none of my business," I say all nonchalant. She proceeds to let me have it and wants to know why I treat her like I do. So I tell her what I really think.

"You know what, fine. I heard your little boy of the week or day, however long you keep them around, tell you it had to be all scary movies. You do realize he just wants you to be scared so he can get his hands all over you, right? What am I saying it's probably a normal thing for you." I tell her. She goes off again about how I don't know her type and blah, blah, blah. Then she tells me she has been trying to be nice, ha! That's rich just like her. I see her anger bubbling up and sure enough she says, "Really, you don't know a damn thing about what type I am. You were right to want to keep your foul opinions to yourself. I tried to be polite and nice to you because we are stuck together and you just insist on being an ass to me!" Then she just stomps off to pay for her stuff and gets in my truck and buckles in. I start the truck and pull out of the parking lot. I can't help it when I am around her stuff she comes out of my mouth.

"Look you can act all innocent for your Aunt and Uncle but you don't fool me. You don't have to act like anything I said back there isn't true. And I know exactly what type you are," I say leaving it as bait because I know she will bite. She doesn't disappoint.

"Really, please enlighten me with your wisdom as to what type I am?" ooh now she is challenging me, well game on. So I figure can't hurt to take the rich snob down a notch or two.

"Alright, you are a spoiled little rich girl. Your Aunt and Uncle give you everything on a silver platter...no make that platinum platter. You need attention so you screw anything that moves. You are the life of the party who always has the supply of drugs for the night. Most likely you are the one dancing on tables and throwing your clothes at the perverted guys who are all too willing to take you to a bedroom...or bathroom to get their kicks. You haven't had a kid so I presume you are at least selfish enough to be cautious and use birth control. You constantly are in trouble, yet you have a clean record...due to the financial contributions your family makes to different agencies. That about sums it up, princess...wouldn't you say?" take that little rich girl I think to myself. I am very perceptive when it comes to people I have to be in my job.

The look on her face was hilarious she looked like someone just took her golden pacifier away from her. Bingo! "I would say her majesties silence speaks volumes," I totally took the snob down a few notches. Then she just turns away without saying a word and this does surprise me. She is usually full of piss and vinegar. For just a second I kind of feel like an ass until I remember she is a criminal without a record because she is rich. And BAM no more remorse.

When we arrive at her house she takes off like a bullet into the house and by the time I get in here she is gone to her room probably to pout like the little rich girl she is. Later that day she came down and she literally looks gorgeous, but I will never tell her. I saw her come down the spiral staircase in black pants that clung to her every curve and a tank top that hugged the rest of her. Her hair is put back away from her face and she isn't wearing a bit of make-up. DAMN! She is actually beautiful even without all the fuss. Not many women can look just as good without all that stuff. In fact she might even look better. I'm starting to get a little excited sitting here thinking about what she looked like bouncing down those stairs...Crap I gotta stop that. She is a criminal and that's it. I decide to go to the kitchen and get a drink to cool me down and there she is leaning in the fridge and I get an eye full of those tight black pants molding to her firm butt. Just then her phone rings and catches my eye on the table. It's Tom and his ID on her phone is a shirtless picture of him, figures. I scoff and walk past her to get a soda. Their conversation just pisses me off. She called him hot stuff. Im way hotter than he is. What?! AHHH! Stop thinking about her like she is a person.