Her Revenge; Their Obsession

Headlines Sharper Than Knives

CHAPTER 8

Avery's POV

The rays of sunlight peeled through the windows, threatening to burn my skin as I woke up.

My eyes peeled open to find only Drake in bed. Chris was nowhere to be found but from the aroma of food I was perceiving, I knew he'd be in the kitchen.

After several rounds of s*x with my men, I got to know some things about them.

Drake was a software engineer and owned one of the most successful tech company in the city.

Chris was a five star chef who had a chain of restaurants spread across the city.

And Ryan? He was the business tycoon. He ventured in business and corporations of different kinds–from law to cosmetics, to boutiques, and even a car manufacturing company.

My men were filthy rich!

My mouth spread into a wide yawn, my morning breath beckoning me to hit the bathroom already.

I slowly moved Drake's arm off me, picking up my clothes from the floor before walking back to my room.

Back in my room, I was welcomed with my phone's constant vibration. A part of me wanted to check it out but my aching body needed refreshing water cooling me.

I ignored the vibrations, shedding my clothes and stepping out of the small pile as I headed for the bathroom. The rosy fragrance from the lather on my skin wafted over my nostrils, replacing the sweat and smell of my men that I'd been perceiving on my skin.

However, the cool bath did nothing to get the memories off my mind. The feel of Ryan's fingers inside me, Chris's lips on my boobs and Drake's c**k in my ass washed over me like a heavy tide, making My swollen p***y beam with heat.

I shoved down the memories as guilt pooled in my insides. While a part of me fed on the adoration and attention from my men, another part of me wanted me to tread carefully around them.

The memory of Dominic’s photo on Ryan's laptop came to mind, making my pulse quicken.

I was supposed to ask Ryan about it but the moment I heard him say “Come to Daddy”, I lost my senses.

Literally.

But now that it came to mind, I'd make sure to ask him about it.

When I stepped out of the bathroom moments later, I was feeling much better than before. I threw on some blue oversized pants and a sleeveless AC/DC tank top to match.

My phone was still vibrating so I walked towards the vanity while running my fingers through my wet hair.

When my phone opened, my heart skipped a beat when I saw a thousand notifications from my social media app.

I clicked on one, panic surging through my body.

[HEADLINES: CLARA VOSSLYN IS A HOE WHO CAN'T GET OVER RISSI ROCKS- HER EX-BOYFRIEND]

Attached to the post were photos of me kissing a stranger that I didn't know.

Ex-boyfriend? Did I date someone before Ryan?

I racked my mind in search of a memory before these men but nothing came through.

[CLARA THE MODEL OR w***e?]

My hands trembled.

My head throbbed faintly as the notifications popped in one after the other with disgraceful headlines but same photos.

Some posts had photos of me and Ryan, alongside me and my supposed ex.

My heart raced to no end and I should have dropped the phone then, but my hands tapped on the comments.

[Guess she's been juggling two d***s behind the scenes. Explains why she has been very scarce at fashion shows. #notarealmodel]

[I can't believe she was the lead model for Geegee’s show. Bianca White was better! #BringbackBianca]

[Why am I not surprised? Where do you think she gets all that money to go on world tours? Lol]

“Oh my God!” I screamed, letting the phone drop to the ground.

Shame clung to my skin like the people hurling insults at me where right there in the room with me.

I wasn't used to celebrity life but I knew hiw scandals like these played out.

My career was at stake!

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes as I pressed a hand against my lips.

My knees gave out and I was halfway crashing to the floor with a firm hand gripped me.

Chris.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He asked, pulling me into his arms.

“The–the news. They're saying so many hurtful things,” I muttered, sobbing profusely in his embrace.

He stroked my back, resting his chin atop my head before releasing his grip to kiss me.

“Okay, first of all, sit down.”

I dropped to my bed without hesitation, my eyes still watering.

Chris crouched in front of me, taking my hands in his, “Sweetie, why are you crying?”

I snifled snot, averting his gaze as self conscious thoughts about looking ugly while crying came to mind.

“There are so many mean things on there. I know this will affect my career and ruin everything I've built,” I explained, tasting the salty liquid flowing down my cheeks.

Chris lifted a hand to wipe my face and his expression was so soft while he did that.

“Are you any of the things they called you?” He asked, wiping the under of my eyes with his handkerchief.

I shook my head in response.

“So if you're not what they called you, there should be no reason to worry right? There should be nothing to fear right?” He stated, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

He was right.

I sighed deeply, “Yes.”

“That's my girl. If anyone should be in tears or scared, it should be the person who started this conspiracy.” Chris declared, his tone sounding dangerous.

My heart skipped a beat, so someone planned this?

But who?