Page 31 of His Weekend Girl
Just when Charlotte was about to retort, she was interrupted by Jack and Sylvia. “Can we have everyone’s attention, please?” Jack tapped his champagne glass with a fork. He waited for the crowd to settle before he began. “Thank you all for coming to our soiree. It has been an amazing weekend to spend with allof you. Sylvia and I would like to thank Ian Ferguson and his restaurants for catering this affair! Excellent food, as usual, Ian!” Everyone clapped. “But I have a special announcement to make. For all of the single and wish-they-were-single ladies in here, I have some bad news: our son, Grant, has just gotten engaged! And we’re turning this last night into an engagement party.” He beckoned to Trixie and Grant. “Trixie and Grant, can you please come up here? Let us toast the happy couple!”
“Now wait a damn minute!” Charlotte yelled and everyone turned towards her. “I’m sick of this! I’m sick of this charade and I’m sick of all of this fake bullshit here tonight!” She swallowed some more champagne.
Nathan raced to his wife and grabbed her arm. “What in the hell are you doing?”
“She’s an Uber driver!” Charlotte pointed to Trixie. “They didn’t meet at a coffee shop! She was his Uber driver!” She laughed. “He hired her for the weekend!” She took another gulp of champagne. “She’s a fraud! She and Grant haven’t been together for a year! This was her first time meeting the family! She’s fake, a phony and just a prostitute for hire like the other women Grant has dated!”
“Including yourself,” Trixie retorted.
“And she doesn’t work and…” Charlotte stopped when she realized what Trixie said. “What did you just call me?”
“I called you a whore. A full-blown whore. You swallowed so many babies, everything that comes out of your mouth is childish!” Trixie replied. “You don’t think Grant told me how you met? At least I met him with my clothes on, I can’t say the same about you.” She finished her champagne. “But I’m not going to fight you or anyone else here. All of you are the fakest group of people I’ve ever been around and that’s saying something considering I live in L.A., hope of the vapid-ass wannabes. You’re mad at me because while you had to earn your keep forGrant, I didn’t have to do anything. No, it has nothing to do with race. It haseverythingto do with class! You became a whore to land a big fish and you simply can’t understand how someone on what you think is on the bottom rung of society surpassed you.
“But you got what you wanted – you terrorized Grant’s other girlfriends and you did the same thing to me. Congratulations, you got what you wanted.” Trixie clapped. “You wanted Grant all to yourself yet again despite the fact he wants nothing to do with you. Well, you can have him.” She stepped back. “I’m done here.” She turned to Grant. “Thank you for a great weekend, but it’s clear we’re over. I’m leaving tonight and don’t try to stop me.” She disappeared back inside the home.
“Trixie, wait!” Grant went after her.
Charlotte clapped and grabbed another champagne glass. “Bravo! Say, I didn’t know she was also an actress!” She laughed. “I told you she was fake! I told all of you I knew there was something about her. I told you—”
Sylvia walked up to Charlotte and slapped her. “You have single-handedly ruined my family. We were fine before you decided you wanted to dick-hop from one son to the other. Grant was the best thing that had ever happened to you, Ms. Trailer Park, or did you forget whereyoucame from?” Everyone gasped as Charlotte held her face. “Yes, that’s right. Grant met you from a high-priced escort agency. He saved you. And what did you do to repay him? Blew his brother.” The crowd gasped more. “Do you think I wanted you to be with Grant? I knew your scam from the jump. You’re more suited for Nathan than either you wanted to admit. Nathan wanted you because he wanted to screw his brother over one last time, while you desired Nathan because you felt he could offer you more than Grant. And you both ended up being the laughingstock of society.
“You don’t think I know of your mean girl antics with your scammer best friend over there and the cokehead over there.”Sylvia pointed at the women who looked downward. “You all hate each other. I hear the conversations you have with other people behind each other’s backs. You can’t stand being around each other! Trixie was the best thing that’s happened to the group because she brought the best in all of you. So naturally, you all had to hate her collectively.
“Now here you are embarrassing my family at a weekend gathering for what? To show you are Queen Cunt, while you’re looking like a Shar-pei that looks like you’ve been marinating in hot dog water for forty years!” Sylvia clapped. “Congratulations, it worked! Not only will everyone remember this party, but word spreads quickly andyou’llbe the social pariah. Have fun navigating throughmycircles, bitch!" Sylvia grabbed a glass of champagne and threw it in Charlotte’s face. “Now you get the fuck out of my face and I don’t even want to see you until Thanksgiving!”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“WHERE ARE WE going?” Trixie asked.
“I don’t know,” Amberswan pointed to the container of darts. She was installing a weave while the other stylists worked on other clients. “Let the magic darts decide!”
After Trixie arrived back home, she sold the ring to the jeweler the following Monday. By the end of the week, the cash was wired into her account. Grant also made good on his promise to pay a little extra for the rest of what he owed Trixie.
While Trixie recognized it was probably a mea culpa, she took the money without complaint. She was at Amberswan’s hair salon, contemplating her life choices and pretending her heart wasn’t broken.
During her time off from driving, Trixie began to set up her Etsy shop. She created printable home décor as well as sleek logos. Immediately, her business popped off.
She spent too many days and nights avoiding Grant’s phone calls, and desperate voicemails. No, they were done. She was effectively humiliated in front of his family, friends, and associates. The Haves and the Have Nots were different. Charlotte attacked her, and everyone stood and watched.
Shame on Trixie for thinking she would ever become Cinderella. Grant was very much a pumpkin at the end of the weekend, and not the Prince Charming she thought he was.
He was the reason why she didn’t date or entertain any relationship. A dildo and fresh batteries were what she needed. Not a man whose family had more issues than a Better Homes and Gardens subscription.
She needed to forget about Grant. It’d been two weeks since the disastrous dinner and when she left Grant forever. He begged her for forgiveness and Trixie refused. She left the ring on the bed and escaped. Her phone blew up so much, that Trixie turned it off. When she finally did turn it on, she was flooded with various apologetic voicemails from the McGinnis family sans Charlotte. Charlotte owed the biggest apology but Trixie knew she was never going to get one from her.
Women like Charlotte were a dime a dozen in Trixie’s eyes. The more vapid they were, the meaner they were without a care for anyone around them. It didn’t matter if they were service workers, hospital staff, teachers, or wait staff. Those women felt the world was theirs and everyone else just lived in it. Trixie was no exception to Charlotte.
And Charlotte’s friends were merely hangers-on. They wanted to be near the McGinnis dynasty as much as possible. They knew the perks that came with the family name and name-dropped it as much as they could. Her friends only benefited bypretendingto like Charlotte.
Trixie would never fit in no matter how much Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Alexander McQueen, and Hermes were thrown at her. It didn’t matter if she dyed her hair a natural color, or practiced her resting bitch face (which seemed to be a rather common trait amongst wealthy women), she would never be a part of their world. And maybe, that was for the best.
Still, she liked being a princess for a weekend. She liked being one of the rich ones, being in close proximity to a wealthy and powerful family, even if it was just a big ol’ lie.
“Alrighty!” Trixie warmed up her arm and closed her eyes. She threw the dart at the map and squeezed her eyes shut. “Did I make it?”
“Not quite,” Amberswan suggested, “you’re too low. Try again.”
“Okay,” Trixie gathered another dart and threw it, “did I make it?”
