Omniscient.
"Glad to see you made it." Eric smirked looking over at Hailee's outfit. Hailee's outfit was less skimpier than it usually was only because she felt shame in her body.
Hailee didn't even try to make eye contact as she sat down in De'Andre office chair. She still felt violated by what Eric did.
"Sorry I'm late." De'Andre spoke walking into his office and sitting down at his chair. Hailee just ignored him. She just wanted to get this deal out the way so she can go home and think of ways to stop Eric and De'Andre.
"Here's the address to where the guy is picking you up, be there at 9o'clock sharp." De'Andre demanded writing the address down and giving it to her.
"Who am I looking for exactly?" Hailee asked grabbing the paper looking at just a plain address.
"Jay Ortiz."
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"Hailee?" A man with a black suit walked up to me scaring me a little.
I placed my hand over my chest catching my breath, "That's me. Jay Ortiz?" I questioned looking over at the man's appearance.
"No, Jay Ortiz is in the truck." He motioned towards a black SUV. "I'm his driver, and I'm here to pick you up." He said.
I nodded and made my way to the car. The driver opened the door for me, and I got inside the car. My eyes met the man who I'm guessing is Jay Ortiz.
Jay Ortiz was a little older than what I expected. He had gray hair, his face was trimmed up nicely, but I couldn't see why he would want me to escort him.
"Ah! Hailee! You're gorgeous in person." Jay complimented.
"Thank you." I smiled faintly.
His hand traveled up my dress and rested on my thigh. I pushed his hand away.
"Don't do that princess, or its just gonna make things harder for yourself." He threatened placing his hand back. He reached over began kissing my neck, this felt so disgusting. I felt so disgusted with myself.
He pushed my hair back kissing my neck harder. He kissed it so hard and even it bit it causing me to whimper. He must've thought I liked it and did even harder.
"Ow!" I cried pushing him off.
He raised his hand slapping me. "De'Andre did tell me I'll have to put my hands on you to make you hush!" He spat in my face. I held my face. I already knew a bruise was gonna form. Luckily, I brought some makeup.
"Now get on your knees!" He spat.
"In the car?" I questioned.
He slapped me again, "Do what the fuck I said, and do it quick."
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The Next Day ...
Sonali Santiago.
"I can't believe it's our last day in Miami." I pouted zipping up my suitcase.
"Me neither. It's very chill out here. But I miss New York. I miss my dog."
"Which one? Tzar or Jacinda?" I questioned.
He glared at me, "Haha very funny. Forgot to laugh."
"Wasn't trying to be funny." I said zipping up my jacket.
"Whatever. We gotta go." He dismissed the conversation and grabbed his suitcase and backpack.
I grabbed my carry on bag and my suitcase and we made our way out the hotel room. We went down the long hallway to the elevator. I pressed the button and we waited patiently for it to open.
Once it opened, Odell and I stepped foot on the elevator. I pressed the "lobby" button and the elevator door closed. There was an awkward silence as the elevator music played. The elevator doors opened and we got off.
"Go to the truck. A driver should be out there waiting." Odell said walking off towards the front desk. I nodded and made my way outside the hotel. So many paparazzi's were out there.
"Are you his girlfriend?!" One asked pouring a microphone in my face. I pushed it out the way and tried to move past them.
"Are you having sexual relations with Odell Beckham?"
"I heard she pregnant!" One yelped causing me to frown. I am not pregnant. Odell and I use condoms faithfully.
Odell's body guard pushed them out the way and escorted me toward the truck. He grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk. He opened the door for me and I climbed inside the truck. I shot him a "thank you" and pulled out my phone.
I haven't checked my phone all night, because I was too tired once Odell and I left the award show. I opened Instagram and I had so many follow request. My page was private and I only had about 2,000 followers , but I had like 10,000 follow request. This was crazy.
I noticed people tagging me in posts. I clicked on one post. It was a post from TheShadeRoom.
#BaeWatch? 🤔: #OdellBeckhamJr had been seen spotted with this same women! Not once, not twice, not three...you know what we mean!
About a 2 months ago, we spotted #OdellBeckamJr with this "mystery women". Turns out she isn't no mystery women, she's his hair stylist! Her name is— Read more at TheShadeRoom.com (link in bio).
I scrolled down some more reading the comments.
@Prettyprincess59262: That's @sonalixo ! She be slaying hair 😍 .
@JazzyBeckham121: That hoe @sonalixo is trying to ruin Jacinda and Odell's relationship. 🖕🏾
@LaurenNoLondon: @JazzyBeckham121 she looks better than hoecinda . 🙄😂 @sonalixo you're so pretty 😍
@OBJlover: Odell isn't with @sonalixo nor @jacindaortiz he's with me. 😊💍
@Whocaresaboutyou11: I'm team @sonalixo . 😘
@Jesseeee56: I'm team @jacindaortiz 😘
Before I could even scroll down some more I felt my phone being snatched away from my hands. I looked up and seen Odell sitting next to me with my phone in his hand.
"You ain't hear me calling you?" He questioned.
"No, I was just read-."
"Reading these stupid ass comments?" He cut me off. "Sonali, don't listen to what these fools saying about you. They don't know the real you, alright?"
"Alright." I nodded reaching for my phone.
"No phone." He stuck it in his pocket. "Talk to me." He added looking over at me.
"About?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Anything, I just wanna here your sweet voice." He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever Odell. We both know once we get back to New York , you're gonna just treat me like a side chick, and run back to Hoecinda."
"Hoecinda?" He laughed. "Good one." He laughed loudly causing me to roll my eyes.
"I'm serious bwoy. Be honest, ain't that what you was gone do?" I crossed my arm over my chest.
"No Sonali." He wiped his tears from laughing. "I actually do care about you, and I won't do no shit like that. Forreal."
"You already have." I retorted.
"How sway? How?" He questioned with a laugh.
"For example, all those times I ask why won't you leave Jacinda, you always dismiss the conversation." I replied.
"That's different."
"How sway? How?" I mocked him.
"It's complicated right now." He sighed. "But I love you Sonali. I really do. Just because my situation right now is complicated don't mean that I don't love you."
"You love me?" I looked at him with a smile on my face.
"Nah. I'm in love with yo Jamaican ass." He smiled at me pulling me into his lap.
"I'm in love with your country ass too." I kissed his lips.
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"Hey baby." I smiled watching into the kitchen seeing De'Andre and Prince in there. "Hey baby brudda." I walked over to Prince kissing his cheek.
De'Andre looked at me and walked away. I scrunched up my face, "What's his problem?"
"Who knows. But I got a bigga' problem sista'." Prince said.
"Prince, can it wait til' lata'? I just got home." I said kissing his forehead. I walked out the kitchen going upstairs. I made my way into Dre and I's room. I seen him laying down in the bed watching MTV.
I crawled in bed laying on him only for him to move. I scrunched my face up, "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem? My problem is you got me out here looking like a fucking fool!" He yelled in my face.
"Fool? How?" I questioned.
"How? How Sonali?" He grabbed his phone unlocking it and showed me pictures of Odell and I from last night. I knew this was gonna happen, but luckily, I prepared myself for this. "These fucking pictures! So you still fucking that nigga?!"
"De'Andre no. Just calm down and let me explain." I said calmly.
"Explain what? That you out in Miami being a hoe?" He questioned with a slight chuckle.
I frowned crossing my arms over my chest. I glared at him, "I'm sick and tired of you calling me a hoe every time we argue! Like damn Dre , if you was doing your job as a boyfriend than maybe I wouldn't love another man."
"Wait a minute! You love that nigga? So you have been fucking him this whole time! Let me guess , you didn't even go to Miami to work , your ass was out there fucking him." He spat. He scoffed and his shook his head, "And I was actually thinking about proposing to your ass." He finally looked at me and I could see the hurt all over his face.
"Dre...listen. I'm sor-."
"Man, ion wanna hear that." He waved me off grabbing his keys off the nightstand. "Ion think I'm coming back, you can keep the house, I'll get my shit out in the next few days." He didn't even bother to make eye contact with me.
Right then and there , I knew I broke his heart.