Savannah stopped to pick up some sushi on her way home from work. Sage was home and she squealed with delight when Savannah pulled out the maki rolls.
“Deets on Dr. Preston. Now.” Sage said before popping a yellowtail roll into her mouth. She looked at Savannah expectantly as she chewed.
Savannah decided to leave out the supernatural details, Sage would probably have her committed if she told her any of it. She did go into a detailed version of how she met Elijah at her parents’ party and then coincidentally met him again at her new job.
“It’s fate,” Sage sighed, 'especially if Elijah honestly had nothing to do with you nabbing that job. You two are meant to be and you’ll get married and live in a big house and have lots of gorgeous babies.”
“Says the romance skeptic,” Savannah said dryly, dipping her tuna roll into soy sauce.
“I don’t believe in it for me, but definitely for you. Pretty girls like you who have brains and come from places like Greenwich, always find their happy endings,” she said with a hint of back- handedness.
Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sage came from a sketchy background, when she was little she had to jump from one random relative’s house to another while her mom was in and out of jail. The poor girl didn’t even know who her dad was.
She went to school in Baltimore, and somehow she pulled herself together and got good grades in high school. Her excellent grades and undeniable theatre talents scored her a full ride on a theatre scholarship. Part of the reason that Savannah loved Sage so much was because she wasn’t stuffy or uptight like so many of the girls she grew up with. But there was always that constant reminder that she was more well off than Sage.
“Happy endings are coming for you too,” Savannah said, smiling broadly. Sage nodded but added nothing more on the topic and they spent the rest of their early dinner talking about Savannah’s new job.
After Sage left for the theatre, Savannah did some laundry and other boring things around the apartment. Elijah called to check in around 10:00 p.m. and Savannah’s entire body swooned just from hearing his warm, rich voice over the phone. She missed him like crazy and after they hung up she didn’t know what to do with herself. She finally opted to go to bed, hoping that morning would come quickly so she could see Elijah.
Savannah awoke the next morning to get ready for work, she remembered Kaci telling her to dress comfortably today because she would be doing a lot of physical tasks. She couldn’t help the nagging urge to dress nicely, she wanted to impress Elijah all the time, and she chastised herself
for being so obsessed. She opted for dark green cargo shorts, a loose fitting white tank top and a pair of thin white sneakers. Satisfied that she looked both practical and a little sexy, she pulled her hair back and set off to work.
Savannah came out of the subway station and made her way toward the studio. She noticed a striking woman standing a few feet away, scrolling through her phone. A few men walking down the street also noticed the woman, and they stared appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had large green eyes and distinct features.
The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah stared back as she approached the studio.
“Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was smooth and sophisticated.
“Yes, can I help you?” she asked.
Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from Elijah,” she hissed.
Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.
“You heard me. I told you to keep your paws off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough, so let me save you some pain.”
“It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing message.
The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This isn’t grade school, little girl.
Elijah is way out of your league. You babies need to leave real men like him to women like me.”
Savannah fought down the bile that rose in her throat. “Excuse me, but I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” she spat. “You’re the piece of trash here — sending disgusting texts to someone’s girlfriend! And not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve been with Elijah nearly every night this week and I seem to be pleasing him just fine. At least that’s what he’s cried out every time he — how did you phrase it? — plays with my cunt?” Savannah was shocked at the rage that rose up in her, causing her to lash out.
The woman’s eyes flashed angrily and Savannah felt satisfied at the look of surprise on her beautiful face as she learned how much time Elijah was actually spending with Savannah.
“Elijah wants me,” she hissed.
Savannah laughed loudly. “You keep telling yourself that. You let me know how that works out for you.” She turned on heel to walk into the building.
“You’re a whore!” the woman called out at Savannah’s back.
“Charlotte!” Elijah’s voice called out, horrorstruck. Savannah whirled around to see Elijah striding towards the woman, Charlotte was a fitting name for this rich bitch, his voice cold and furious. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
Charlotte shrank back, clearly not aware of her audience. She forced her face to lighten and she smiled widely at Elijah, rolling her eyes as if everything had been a big misunderstanding.
“Elijah!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth like butter. “Savannah and I were just having a little chat. I happened to bump into her.”
“Like hell you did!” Savannah snapped, as Elijah wrapped his arm protectively around her.
“I told you at the hospital that I wasn’t interested and to stay out of my personal life.”
Savannah could practically feel the anger radiating off his body.
“But Elijah! We had something! You can't deny it. I know you felt it too!”
Elijah seemed embarrassed and Savannah felt sick as her stomach dropped.
“It was nothing!” he hissed, tightening his arm around Savannah’s waist. “I had a few too many drinks.”
Charlotte moved towards Elijah and he put his hand up to stop her.
“It was more,” she purred, “I know how much you liked it.”
“Jesus, Charlotte,” he said, raking his hand through his hair. “I was horny and lonely and you happened to be in the right place at the right time. It was just a fuck. It meant nothing to me.”
Charlotte staggered back as if she had received a blow. “No,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“So instead you choose some little slut like this? Fresh out of college and fucking all the frat boys? Is her pussy nice and tight, Elijah? Is that what you like? Bet she has all the time in the world to suck your dick. You like getting blow jobs from little whores like her?”
Elijah laughed a cold, cruel laugh. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Charlotte and I suggest you apologize before going back to work.”
Savannah pulled away from Elijah. “No, Elijah, it’s fine. I don’t need trash like her to apologize to me. But I am going to be late.”
“Do you have any idea of who Savannah is? Who you’re insulting?”
Savannah realized what Elijah was doing. “No, please, Elijah. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to work.”
Charlotte looked back at Savannah somewhat nervously now.
“This is Savannah O’Hara. Patrick O’Hara’s daughter,” he informed her.
All the blood drained from Charlotte’s face and Savannah couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction she felt. She never threw around her parents’ names, but seeing Elijah do it was a turn on, it made her proud of her family.
“That’s right. So insult her again. Call her a whore again, Charlotte. She has more class than you will ever
