Unfortunately Attracted

Chapter9

Lady Gaga sat in her opulent living room, surrounded by lavish decorations and artwork, her laptop open in front of her as she worked alongside Lily, her personal assistant. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, and her fingers flew across the keyboard with precision.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen to see Sabrina's name flashing. A dark smile spread across her face as she picked up the call. "Good day, sissy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.

Sabrina's voice was icy on the other end of the line. "Keep your greetings to yourself, it's been more than 24 hours, Cleopatra."

Gaga's laughter was like music, cold and calculated. "Yes, actually, it's been 41 hours, 27 minutes, and 45 seconds," she said, her voice precise and mocking.

Sabrina's tone turned venomous. "Patra, you're getting on my last nerve."

Gaga's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Do your worst, Sabrina," she said, her voice dripping with confidence and disdain. With a swift motion, she hung up the phone, the sound of the call ending like a punctuation mark.

"Lily, send her a message," Gaga said, her voice low and menacing. "Let's see how she likes the taste of her own medicine."

Lily nodded, her eyes flicking to Gaga's face before she quickly typed out a message on her phone. Gaga, meanwhile, returned to her work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she focused on the task at hand.

As she worked, Gaga's mind began to wander back to past encounters with Sabrina, and a wicked grin spread across her face. She let out a laugh, the sound echoing through the room, but it wasn't a joyful sound. It was a laugh of hatred, of revenge, of anticipation.

"Hahaha," she laughed widely, the sound growing louder and more maniacal as she lost herself in her memories.

*

Meanwhile, at Montano's mansion in Australia, Ralph was sitting on a couch in the living room, surrounded by his friends, as he tended to his wounds. The room was filled with laughter and banter, a welcome distraction from the stress of the day.

"You should study nursing," Scott teased, chuckling as he watched Ralph wince in pain. The others joined in, teasing Ralph about his lack of medical skills.

Just then, a message came in on Scott's phone. _Cling, cling_ He checked it and grinned. "Don Devon paid," he announced, settling back into the couch as he scrolled through other messages.

As he browsed, his eyes widened in amusement. "How long have I stayed away from my phone... wow, looks like that chic has been trending lately," Scott said, a sly smile spreading across his face.

He chuckled and handed the phone to Jeremie. "Looks like someone finally put Melissa somewhere nice," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Ralph's curiosity was piqued. "Who's Melissa?" he asked, looking at his friends expectantly.

"The one who paid your bride price," Scott and Jeremie chimed in unison, erupting into laughter.

Ralph's face lit up with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Oh..." he started to say, but before he could finish, a call came in.

"How rude," Scott said, shaking his head at Ralph. "You don't even know your girlfriend's name... what a shame!" he teased, grinning at Ralph.

Ralph rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Goodness me, what girlfriend? I'm not cut out for this," he replied with a smile.

Jeremie nodded towards the phone. "Pick up the phone call," he told Scott.

Scott answered the call, listened for a moment, and then said, "Good job, boys. Sent a little something." The call ended abruptly, and Scott looked at his friends.

"I thought it was another mission call," Jeremie said, raising an eyebrow.

Ralph chuckled and teased, "Such a weakling," as he packed up the first aid box.