The Soul Swap

Second Chapter

Celesty

I quickly dismiss myself as soon as I realise what just happened at the Award Ceremony. My heart is beating a little bit faster than its normal pace. Besides with my flushed cheeks as a Bright Red Flower I just want nothing but to get vanished from the area where hundreds of Paparazzi were present.

To feel some cold air I found myself walking to the exit. Yup, colder than what was inside the Hall. Somehow the fresh air manages to calm me down always.

I feel a hand over the small of my back. The touch lingered there longer which is making me feel creepy. Stupid Mr. Hilton ad His stupid idea of wearing this dress. It isn't even covering half of my back.

Celesty's Dress:

Cursing him in my mind I shove the hand back where it belongs. I adjust my dress and look straight into the eyes of my Ex-Husband. Yes I am a Divorced Independent lady who is Proud of what she is!

I narrow my eyes at him and spit the words, "Got tired of Janelle too early did we?" His Dark Brown eyes become small like pebbles. Oh yes! He can't take insults. He tsks a few times and takes a sip from his drink. From the smell I could tell it was Vodka.

"We are divorced but we could still have some benefits as we speak." Any man from a 100 meters radius could tell that he was drunk.

My hands are twitching to slap his perfectly botoxed cheek.

I refrain myself from doing so. I can't create a scene here. There are too many eyes pring for some 'Hot Goss'. My Ex-Husband on the other hand doesn't give a f**k about camera's or press. Yeah he is the same old self absorbed egomaniac. He just couldn't see anything other than His Intentions, His Needs and His Life.

I clear my throat trying to find an excuse from the distressing presence of Samuel Warner. I glance at him and think for a moment how he changed from making my stomach flip to making my stomach sick.

"If you are done talking then I would like to excuse myself." I tried to escape but before I could go far away from him I heard him slur, "Yeah. Go. Run away. Like you did from our marriage."

I know he is doing it on purpose. He is willingly provoking mein talking. He is wittingly making those horrible emotions resurface which I manage to bury every morning with the rising sun.

My eyes close automatically hearing those words leaving his filthy mouth.

How dare he? How dare he accuse me after these many years? He never did say a thing when we faced the painful enough divorce process. Never in his mind struck as with the thought of 'US' as a family.

"What exactly should I have done for you?" I can't stop myself from spurting.

A look of surprise flashes over his face. What cat got your tongue?

"I am never going to be enough." I start with hot steam coming out of my ears. "You say it always Sam Warner. You make it very clear that I am the one who is responsible for our split since six damn years. And I just thought you must have had your fill but no. There's still some space for it to get corrupt. So why don't you do one thing?" I walk closer to his already imbalanced body and poke my index to his sternum.

"Why don't you take that b***h of a girlfriend of yours and get the hell away from my sight?"

His eyes get dark with anger. "You ungrateful Bitch." He shouts making others near the lounge area to peek at us. I immediately cover my face and pray for him to stop.

Sam mutters in between his slurs, "I did the right thing divorcing you." How can he manage to smirk while he is drunk as f**k? Bastard. Ohh and he continues, "I am happy that I did not stay a minute longer with a person as disrespectful as you."

Meanwhile his rant Janelle Woods walks by his side and starts to make him silent. She never paid a single glance at me. Heck I never expect her to appreciate my presence. The feeling is mutual you see.

That b***h ruined my marriage. She is the reason Sam forced himself to believe in lies rather than the truth. But rather than hating him I pity him actually. Seriously he was way more nicer than this when we were married all these years ago. But then when you start to listen to Bitches like janelle even Lord can't help you from believing in what's reality.

Out of a sudden I sense the familiar cologne with mint and wood mix.Mr. Hilton must have heard of the sham and came to send Samuel away.

Mr. Hilton is the only one person to see me cry while my marriage just slipped away from my hands. He always tried to cheer me up when I almost gave up on myself and my life. He is the one who came up with the idea of me being his manager and setting up his schedule. Because of him I am still connected to the Film Industry when I want nothing but to go in the opposite direction from it.

Everyone knew Sam could be persuasive even when he was drunk. And being a famous Director and Producer people actually believed him.

Well not now. Because I am almost controlling here from punching that nosy self of his.

And then I heard the last word coming from his mouth before my small wrist formed a fit and knocked his teeth, "Whore."

It's a good thing that Mr. Hilton covered Samuel or God knows where I might have targeted next.

I sense Janelle shooting daggers at me with her Cobra eyes. Yeah like a snake she is. "Mind your business next time Warner." Mr. Hilton warns Sam. "I can't save you every time from her."

I pay Samuel a last furious glance and leave before Mr. Hilton could stop me.

I go straight to the back of the Hall where the Bar is situated. Guess who wanna get wasted tonight?

To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>