chapter 3:Breakfast chaos
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We were at the hospital—well, I guess I never actually mentioned Emma’s pregnancy or her billionaire baby daddy, Fred. We’d met him only twice, but it was serious enough. Today was just a check-up.
Once we were done, we decided to grab breakfast at a nearby restaurant. I was just starting to relax when Emma’s voice cut through my fleeting calm.
“Dav wasn’t with you throughout the night, right? Except when you said he brought your phone back—which I’m sure is a lie. He called saying he hadn’t seen you, but you said you left your phone at his place… hello? You guys didn’t meet! Who did you have s*x with then?”
I froze. My heart skipped. Emma didn’t hold back, and honestly… neither did I. I took a deep breath.
“I… I don’t know. It just… happened,” I admitted quietly. “David drugged me when I went to collect the file for MK Marketing. Then he tried to hook me up with… Mr. Nelson, I guess. That was what he asked for before partnering…”
Emma slammed her hand on the table, her eyes flashing. “The f*****g i***t! I’m so gonna kill him!”
I held up my hand, trying to calm her down. “It’s fine… I broke up already.”
Emma blinked at me for a moment, then scoffed, muttering under her breath. “Fine. But I swear, Ivy, if that bastard dares cross you again, I’m personally—”
I shook my head, sipping my coffee. There was still a knot in my stomach, the memory of last night’s chaos fresh in my mind. But at least, for now, the immediate danger was gone.
Still… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Nelson. The guy from the parking lot, the SUV, the kiss… the mark he’d left.
After breakfast, Emma turned to me with that mischievous grin she always got when she had something up her sleeve.
“Follow me to Fred’s place tomorrow,” she said, bouncing on her heels. “I want to surprise him. You’ll help, of course!”
“What? Why me?” I groaned, already anticipating her chaos.
“What a girl,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Come on, it’s gonna be fun!”
Hours of her throwing tantrums later—and yes, I counted—they finally wore me down. I gave in, sighing, and agreed.
We went back to my place. Between the chatter, her teasing, and my exhausted brain trying to catch up with everything that had happened, we managed to do quite a lot.
We did chores, cooked a simple dinner, and finally sank into the couch with bowls of popcorn, watching movies until I nearly fell asleep mid-scene.
Emma nudged me awake a couple of times, giggling at how utterly zoned out I was. “You really need to sleep more, Ivy,” she said, shaking her head.
I just curled up under the blanket, letting the warmth of the room, the soft hum of the TV, and Emma’s constant chatter fade me into sleep. For the first time in a long time, I felt… a little normal.
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