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accent.

Positive/Negativity

As I turned, I saw Marisol; the same woman with

by DD Lorenzo

whom Declan had just had an altercation.
“Pretty, isn't a word that I'd use to describe

I wanted to break out into a monumental smile, but

Declan,” I said sarcastically, and I offered no other

I kept my composure and remained stone-faced.

comment. This woman caused my “bad news”

Declan commanded such power and enormity that I

radar to go into overdrive and I did not want to

felt hindered by the space in the room. His

encourage conversation.

significant posture throughout the encounter had

She wasn't going to give up without a fight.

just filled it. There was no time for smiles or

“Perhaps there are better words to describe him,”

pleasantries to be exchanged as we exited. An

she said. “At least, parts of him.

astonished hush had fallen on all of the personnel

Thick…Hard…Big…I've always enjoyed it,” she

involved that were still present within this theatre.

emphasized each word as she leered at me,

Declan's distaste for Marisol was evident, and the

challenging.

fact that he had made it, not only blatantly clear but

“We haven't met,” she said. “I'm Marisol Franzi—a

publicly evident, registered on her face. Her

very…Special…friend of Declan's.”

agitation was sourly unleashed in her expression.

I know that my face reflected composure, but my

Once Declan had dismissed her, she turned her

stomach was revolting. Although I hadn't eaten, I

resentful stare to me. It appeared that she now

was nauseous, and I feared that I might vomit on

declared who the culprit of her disgrace was, and

her Louboutins.

she decided that my involvement with Declan was

By nature, I'm not a woman who likes confrontation

the core and cause.

of any sort. In fact, I'd go out of my way to avoid it.

Although I didn't and likely would never have

However, it occurred to me that I tried to avoid

reason to engage personally with Marisol, it

confrontation when it addressed me. This topic,

seemed as if she was going to make it her mission

unlucky for her, addressed Declan. A foreign,

to make it personal between us…

protective feeling began to arise within me, and I

Declan's changed demeanor insinuated that we

could feel myself straighten and stiffen. Feeling as

weren't going to stay here a moment longer than

if I had a spine of steel and a stare of the same,

necessary, so I gathered my personal items from

with rigid self-possession and controlled

the theater seat. Our plans were to have a nice

confidence, I looked her square in the eye to

dinner and do some “touristy” things in New York,

address her—the bitchy snake.

at my request, since all of this was new to me;

“I would have introduced myself to you; however,

however, I wasn't certain how his encounter with

Declan found you so exhaustively insignificant that

Marisol would alter those plans.

he didn't deem it necessary to mention knowing

Looking around at all of the people it took to make

you to me. As I know him to be an excellent judge

a product campaign successful, I had a newfound

of character, I believe I will follow his lead. As for

appreciation for the profession he had chosen. He

you being Declan's girlfriend? I don't believe he

worked very hard at insuring his representation for

shares that opinion. It would appear that your

his clients was to the best of his ability. There was

relationship with him exists delusionally…only in

so much more involved than just looking pretty and

your absurd, little mind. I also know him to be a

taking good pictures. I was extremely proud of him

man of high caliber, again something which you are

and his work, and I had enjoyed seeing it firsthand.

not. From the exchange I witnessed a few moments

Declan came over to me and kissed me, but I felt

ago, you appear to be a waste of his time, and now

the underlying rage.

mine. Now get the hell out of my way!” I stared into

“Baby, I'm just going to grab my things, and then

her face as I said it, though my knees were

we'll go. Do you want to come with me?” he asked.

threatening to shake.

“No, I'm good. I'll be right here,” I said.

The vicious anger she felt was now apparent on her

He looked around and seemed a bit worried.

face. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she spat

“I'll be right back, okay?”

at me. “You fat, little puta bitch! You can't compete

I nodded my head in affirmation. TT

with me in any way! You are nothing but a—”

While he had stepped away to gather his items, a

With that, I saw a large hand grip her upper arm

sultry, female voice came from behind me. “He is a

and spin her around.

most pretty man, is he not?” I heard in a Latin

“Enough!” Declan said.

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