Chapter 33

The tension between the two hung heavily in the air, filling the silence of the washroom. Sienna shook her head in disbelief, elegantly tossing the tissue into the trash. She strode toward Izzy like a runway model, her expression cold and unyielding.

"Move," Sienna demanded flatly. She had no patience for someone like Izzy, and the mere thought of dealing with her made her blood boil. If she could, she'd have thrown Izzy out with the trash, where she belonged.

Izzy scoffed, still leaning casually against the doorframe. "Do you even know what kind of person Riley is?" Izzy asked, clearly testing Sienna's patience.

Sienna crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the floor. "You talk like you know her better than anyone. So go on, enlighten me," she challenged.

Izzy chuckled, her lips curling into a smug grin. "Riley used to be one of my toys—yes, toys." She leaned closer, her fingers tracing Sienna's neckline, but Sienna quickly brushed her hand away.

Sienna raised her eyebrows, on the verge of snapping. "Riley was yours?" she said, putting emphasis on the past tense. "Exactly. Was—as in, past tense. You're in her past, Izzy, and not part of her present," Sienna said, stepping even closer. She leaned one hand on the door, staring Izzy down. "Let me make something clear. Riley is mine now. She'll never be yours again."

Before Izzy could respond, her hand moved as if to slap Sienna, but Sienna caught it in mid-air, delivering a stinging slap of her own in return. Izzy groaned in pain, clearly caught off guard by the force of it.

"What the hell!" Izzy hissed, clutching her cheek.

"What was that you said again? That Riley was just one of your toys?" Sienna asked, grabbing Izzy's chin and pushing her back against the door.

Izzy laughed through the pain, still trying to pry Sienna's grip from her face. "Yeah, Riley begged for more, like the little toy she was. It was priceless," Izzy said, her words dripping with malice.

Sienna's hand shot out again, slapping Izzy's other cheek. "Do you think manipulating a minor makes you superior? You're a disgusting piece of trash," Sienna spat, delivering yet another slap that left Izzy's face reddened and stinging.

Sienna stepped back, surveying Izzy's bruised pride. She scoffed. "For someone who manipulates minors, you're surprisingly weak."

"What? Are you mocking me?" Izzy roared, lunging forward, but Sienna was quicker, grabbing a fistful of Izzy's hair and pulling her close.

"Listen here, Isabella Ross. I don't care how you manipulated Riley back then, but let me make one thing very clear—you don't get to lay a finger on my girlfriend ever again. If you try, I will make sure there's a permanent mark on that face of yours." Sienna pushed Izzy's head toward the trash bin. "See that? That's where people like you belong. And if you go near Riley again, I'll expose every dirty secret you have—from being a manipulator to a predator. I'll make sure your career crashes and burns. Don't test my patience, because I've got none for you."

With that, Sienna flipped her hair and left the washroom, leaving Izzy fuming behind.

Outside, Riley was growing concerned—it had been over five minutes since Sienna had gone to the washroom. Just as she was about to stand up and go after her, she saw Sienna walking toward her.

"Where were you going?" Sienna asked, noticing Riley standing.

"I was worried about you. Are you okay?" Riley asked, concern clear in her voice.

Sienna smiled. "Yeah, I just ran into some trash that needed dealing with," she replied, casually inspecting her nails. "But I'm fine. Do you need to use the washroom?"

Riley shook her head, pulling out Sienna's chair so she could sit. "I was just about to check on you, that's all," she said as she sat back down.

Sienna chuckled softly. "Did I make you worry?" she teased, playfully pinching Riley's nose.

"Hey, can we not rub it in? Some of us here are still single," Nyx chimed in, pointing at Harriet and Mia.

Sienna tilted her head in mock surprise. "Wait, aren't you single too, Nyx?"

Nyx feigned shock, pointing to herself. "Me? No way! I'm married. My wife's just busy with work," she laughed. "That's why I'm living it up solo tonight."

Sienna blinked, turning to Riley for confirmation. "Is she serious?"

Riley burst into laughter. "It's true. She's married to the daughter of the university's owner."

"What the hell?!" Sienna gasped, shocked by the news. "That's some fresh gossip right there."

Nyx laughed along. "Relax, it's just me," she said, her grin widening.

Anne rushed back to the table, her eyes wide with excitement, barely able to contain her gossip. She leaned forward, beckoning the group to do the same. "Guys, you won't believe this!" she began in a hushed tone, though it was clear she wanted everyone to hear. "Someone smacked Izzy in the washroom! Her face is all red and swollen—like, seriously! It looked bad," she added, stifling a laugh.

Harriet raised an eyebrow, exchanging glances with the others before looking directly at Sienna, who was casually inspecting her nails as if she hadn't a care in the world. "Did she say who did it?" Harriet asked, her gaze narrowing.

Anne shook her head, still grinning. "Nope, but she's absolutely livid. I've never seen her so pissed—like, out of control mad," Anne said, unable to wipe the amused smile off her face.

"Serves her right," Sienna chimed in, catching everyone's attention. Riley, Nyx, and the rest of the table stared at her, while she straightened up in her seat, realizing the weight of their gazes. "What?"

Nyx leaned in with a smirk, eyes twinkling with suspicion. "Oh, don't tell me... you had something to do with that?"

Sienna shrugged, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she glanced at Riley. "Well, I probably shouldn't have hit her... but I did," she said with a playful smile.

Everyone's jaws dropped in surprise, but Harriet was the first to recover, leaning in with eager curiosity. "No way! How did you do it? Closed fist?"

Sienna leaned back in her chair, unbothered. "Open palm."

"How hard?" Mia asked, leaning in, her curiosity piqued.

"Damn hard," Sienna replied, her expression deadly serious.

Nyx was trying to hold back her laughter, but she couldn't resist. "And how did it feel?"

"Oh, it felt so good that I did it thrice—and pulled her hair for good measure," Sienna said triumphantly.

"Damn!" Everyone at the table said in unison, breaking into laughter and clapping in approval.

Riley chuckled, shaking her head with pride. "That's my girl right there," she said, wrapping an arm around Sienna with a grin.