"Look here, I've broken the ice,"came the line and Melanie spun around to the voice and laughed, seeing the lanky man's hands turn white with ice cubes in his hand.
She laughed so hard, the man didn't know what to say next, "Not heard that one before... that's hilarious, where did you pick that up?"
"I thought of it," the man said, edging slowly away.
"Yeah, original!" Melanie said laughing continuously until the man was running away to pounce on another woman.
"That's a fine trick you just performed there, perhaps you should go into acting," came the voice and Melanie instantly stood upright. It was Sam, Sam in the flesh standing in front of her.
"Yeah, I think I most likely will... Give you a run for your money," Melanie replied, "If you'll excuse me, I can't talk to you."
"And why not?" Sam said a little perturbed, as he tugged her arm and made her look up at him.
"That's none of your business," Melanie said, shrugging her grip from his. She stormed off into the VIP section.
"You look flustered," Gloria said when Melanie appeared.
Melanie grabbed her pashmina and her purse, "Unfortunately, I am feeling a little unwell. Thank you for the invite, I think I might just go home," Melanie lied, as she touched her head.
Alex stood up, "Let me get one of my driver's to drive you." He nodded to the man at the door and as if from no where, another man appeared and was steering Melanie into a secret doorway.
The cold air hit Melanie as soon as she stepped outside, she was ushered into a black limo, not conspicuous at all and was comforted by the smell and the interiors. It didn't take very long to get home and with relief into her apartment, she took off her shoes and into comfy Alexander Smith pajamas and went to the phone and ordered some Chinese take away. She set herself down on the sofa with a bottle of beer and switched on the TV. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell went and she happily answered the door and before her was the Chinese delivery man with a bag of her food, she paid the man and kicked the door closed and walked to the living room surveyed the contents inside the bag. Her stomach grumbled and she set the food down and put her feet up on the table and as she opened her spicy chili beef to take a bite, her jaw hit the floor, at the doorway, Sam Worthington was standing and his expression was fierce. She set the food down and stood up slowly saying nothing.
He was the first to break the silence, "So you're representing my wife then?"
"I think you should leave, this is a conversation I am not willing to have right now." Melanie said, moving towards the door.
"I'm not leaving until you explain to me what the hell is going on here!" he pushed.
"And the fact you neglected to tell me that you had a wife when you slept with me!" Melanie said back.
Sam paused, "I did not sleep with you."
"Then what were you doing in my flat then, if not to sleep with me?" Melanie's voice started to increase.
"It was my intention at first because we were so out of it, but then you threw up and then you slept and I spent the entire night with you, watching you and... look, that's not the point, why are you representing my wife? You don't know the sort of person you're representing, she is a spineless bitch, she's not to be trusted."
"And this is coming from an angry pissed off husband? Yeah, right... like you really care. You hate her as much as the next person and I'm sure you're just here to demoralise her. She has told me everything about the man that you are..." Melanie spat back.