Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding #2.5)(23)

Don’t remember her name.”

“What happened to Natasha? After they were together, I mean.”

Ravenna smiled, looking more and more true to the animal form her name was a derivative of. “Modeling still, I think. I remember my friend saying she was pretty devastated when Marco left her.”

“Why did she get attached?” Chyna asked with a flippant air about her. She had been wondering that about herself for the past couple of weeks. She didn’t care if he f**ked someone else, but she cared about him keeping her. Not even keeping her in the sense of a girlfriend by any means, but she wanted him to finger her irreplaceable. He needed her.

“How could you not?” Brigitte asked softly from a corner of the room.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m attached,”

Giovanna whispered into the silence that followed.

Chyna looked over to Ravenna.

Ravenna was too strong, too abrasive. No way would she feel attached, too.

Ravenna sighed, her eyes softening.

“That’s the reason I’m back, isn’t it?”

Chyna stared around at the three beautiful faces in front of her. Had she been in her own world so much the past two months that she hadn’t even noticed everyone else’s reaction to Marco? They didn’t talk about it. It had never come up.

Yet, here they were all feeling the same thing in varying degrees of obsession.

And then, there was Natasha.

Chyna didn’t know what to make about her or that scenario. She hated the feelings running through her body. All she wanted to do was push them away, stomp on them in her high heels, and bury them six feet under. Was it terrible that she had thought she was special? Was it worse that she was disappointed?

The only time she had ever felt completely and singularly special was with Adam. Look at what she had done with that! Stupid Adam! Why was she even thinking about him today? That was the second time.

“I think I should get back to the party,”

Chyna said, her strength returning. “I have an Italian designer I need to speak with.”

“Just one thing,” Ravenna said, grabbing her arm before she passed through the door, “was there kink?”

Chyna smiled at her like she was a child. “If you think tying me to a chair is the kinkiest thing Marco is interested in, you should think again.”

With that, she brushed past Ravenna and walked back into the ballroom. The room had started to clear out, but there were still plenty of stranglers binging on the free booze. Her radar went off as soon as she entered, and she spotted Marco with the same reporter from earlier. He was blatantly flirting with her at this point.

Guess he wasn’t coming for her after all.

She passed a drunk couple who started discussing her dress behind their hands.

When she looked over at them, they straightened as best they could and turned away. Apparently, whatever they had been saying wasn’t pleasant. Even better.

She just wanted to go home—not back to her penthouse but back to New York.

Her Italian tour was basically over, and she wanted out before she was completely jaded to everything that had happened. She preferred to look back on what had happened here with a smile, knowing it was her first real modeling gig.

A passing waiter offered her a drink, and she graciously took it. She was being melodramatic about the whole affair. She had gotten nothing out of it she hadn’t asked for herself. Who was she to think that Marco wouldn’t discard her with a passing fancy?

The champagne swirled around in her glass as she stared down at it, contemplating her predicament. Maybe she should just leave with someone else.

She smiled up at the cute waiter who had given her the drink, and he smiled back.

His cheeks turned crimson as her heated gaze landed on him. He would do just fine, if she had any interest at all, but she didn’t. She hated knowing she could do better, and she let that small fact dictate who she took home. It never had before, but she had gotten even pickier since Adam. God, that man was stuck in her thoughts! They had broken up! Who cared what he was doing now or that Alexa had said he was hurting? It had been mutual, and he had delivered the final blow anyway.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, breaking eye contact with the cute waiter. She didn’t even bother to acknowledge happiness that his face fell when he realized she wasn’t going to approach him.

Chyna took another sip off of the expensive imported champagne and turned her attention back to Marco. He better f**k her right tonight . If she was being discarded, she damn well wanted a consolation prize. But, she didn’t see him.

Had he left with the reporter already? No, she zeroed in on the reporter who now looked sullen in his absence. That bitch had been trying for some Italian ass all night, and it was kind of comical that he had likely turned her down. What a tease .

Guess Ms . Cupcake didn ’ t cut it.

But then, where was Marco? Her eyes darted around the room for her man.

Usually, she could spot him in an instant, but he wasn’t there. If he wasn’t’ at Glam Ball, where was he and why had he left her?

Not finding him, Chyna’s frustration got the best of her, and she left the main ballroom. The party was basically over. If Marco had, in fact, left the building, then it was officially over. Everyone else in that room didn’t matter to her. If she wanted, she could get another job with any one of them without the proper introduction. But, she wanted the best, and she was going to f**king get it.