Tempting My Bully's Boyfriend

Chapter 5 : Becca

"Now you're ready, ma'am." The cinnamon skinned angelic makeover lady broke my nap.

"Oh! Am I ready?" I let out a yawn. Makeovers always put me to sleep. It's no surprise that I never tried on make-up again after my thirteenth birthday.

"Wow!" I looked at my mirror reflection. I look beautiful and innocent… INNOCENT?

"Why do I look innocent? I wanted to look bold, invulnerable and seductive." I widened my eyes to see if I'm having a misunderstanding or I'm really looking innocent.

"Ma'am we did apply a bold, invulnerable and seductive makeup look on you. But your face has a strong innocent looking complex, if we apply more makeup then you might look like a.." She slowed her voice and lowered her head, "..clown."

What? Clown? Did she just insult me? My eyes were showing my rage and now I just have to speak it up but before I could, she added, "But— But, ma'am. You look beautiful and unreachable for sure. Only 8% of women have a face who needs less effort to look this pretty."

"Do— do I look unreachable and beautiful?" I looked at the mirror. I indeed looked different and beautiful. I still look innocent but it's okay. They are just makeup artists, not plastic surgeons. I shouldn't expect more from them. "It's okay. Thank you for your efforts."

"You're welcome, ma'am." She smiled. "By the way, ma'am. You need to use this treatment cream and straight lock shampoo as you can see, your hairs aren't creased and frizzy anymore. We have straightened them."

"Oh, okay. Thank you. I— l love my new hairstyle." I smiled, hiding my worries. Yeah, I do love it. My shiny straight dark brown hair was the perfect daily life hairstyle I could ever get. But it looks like I'm gonna pay a huge sum of money.

Finally, after spending 300$ on my new look. I'm back at my apartment. There was a folded piece of paper stuck in my apartment's door. My eyes widened and I extended my arm to get that letter off my door, "Happy…" Before I could read the complete sentence someone called my name, "Miss Rebecca Rogers?"

I turned back in response to my name, it was a cop. My eyes widened. Oh my god! Is this because of Garry's car? Oh no! Am I going Jail?

"You're under arrest." She approached me and started to cuff my wrist. "You have right to remain silent—"

"Oh! Come on, Jesse. Don't be so ridiculous." Another cop made an entrance. He was wearing a black goggles and two buttons on his shirt were undone, exhibiting his enticing collarbone. He was wearing a police uniform but he didn't look anything like a cop.

His lips twisted into a smile, and he removed his goggles. "She isn't a criminal." He took a peek at the file he was holding. "She is just a heartbroken ex. Don't cuff her hands."

Wow! This officer sounds very mature and friendly. I like him. "Thank-you, officer." I showed my graduation.

"Okay. Ms Rogers, you are under arrest for property damage to Mr Garry Lester. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you—"

The polite male cop interrupted the lady officer. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." He took a deep breath. "Isn't it?" He yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." She flashed a fake, frustrated, forced full denture smile.

He flirtatiously winked at me and cleared his throat and then got back to his serious polite mode, "Ma'am if you don't cause any fuss then we can silently go in our car and none of your neighbours have to know about your arrest." Okay, this kinda sounded like a polite kidnapping but I can't afford any controversy in the college so I agreed to go silently with them.

The polite male cop was still at my door, looking at the folded paper stuck on my door. He read the first line and took it off from the door. "What the f**k?" The words escaped from my mouth automatically.

"Ma'am is there any problem?" The lady cop asked.

"No, not at all. Won't your partner come with us?" I said, pointing at the polite male cop.

"Hey, Tony. Let's go, you idiot." The lady cop yelled at him.

Oh! So, his name is Tony. He does look like an i***t, by the way. At first when he helped me out with cuffs, he indeed looked cool. But now, he is messing with my things. I don't like him.

Tony then kept the folded paper in his back pocket and forced a smile, "Yeah, I'm coming."

Luckily it's a weekend. Everyone was busy enjoying comfy indoor games, chores and entertainment which is why no one was out there to witness the epic scenario of my shameful arrest.

A FEW MINUTES LATER…

"How many days do I have to be here like this?" I asked, my hands holding the bars. Yeah, I'm behind the bars of the Sanidale Police Station.

"If it wasn't a rule, then I would say NEVER." He ate a mouthful of tacos from his lunch box. "But for now—" He muffled. "You have to call your relatives or friends and ask them to hire a lawyer for your bail." Tony replied.

"Oh!" I plastered a smile on my face, trying to hide my miserable situation. I don't have any friends. Well, I had two, but both, my boy and best friend cheated on me. I can't ask mom for help—at least not now, not after the kind of misbehaviour I showed early—and Inderjit, he is mom's sidekick, he will definitely inform mom about it.

"Hello? Miss Rogers?" Tony called me out. "Don't you wanna call your guardian?"

"No, at least not now." I gave him a dry reply. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the tears coming out from my eyes. I didn't wanna feel vulnerable but I couldn't help. Tony, out of all the police officers in the station, noticed my distress. He took a piece of red velvet cupcake from his lunch box and approached my cell.

"Hey, I think you'll need this." He handed me the cupcake and reached into his back pocket to get the folded piece of paper which he stole from my apartment's door. "Happy birthday, Becca." He wished me. I was shocked. How the hell did he know my birthday?

I looked at the paper, "Happy birthday, Becca. -From Mom" Oh! That's how Tony knew about my birthday. I unfolded the paper and found out that it wasn't a normal paper. It was a letter. A letter from my mom.

Dear Daughter,

Happy 21st birthday. I'm sorry for ruining your special day. I didn't mean to but you know me, I always ruin everything. It's written in my fate. But, my dear littlest pumpkin, I don't wanna ruin your future. All the hard work I'm doing, I'm not doing this only for Samuel. I'm also doing this for you. Tomorrow, unfortunately, like your dad, if something happens to me then there must be something to take care of you. Yes, "something" not "someone". It's been long that I've stopped believing in anyone except my family and money, which is why I wanna earn a lot of money, so that in future, in my absence, it can take care of you.

You're so like me. I also used to believe in everyone and sacrifice my everything for others. But, I don't want you to be like me. I want you to be selfish and live for yourself. Spend on yourself, take care of yourself and most importantly love yourself.

And my dear littlest pumpkin, I can never be angry with you for buying your happiness. But yes, I hate it when you buy yourself second hand clothes from a thrift shop and buy expensive gifts for your so-called boyfriend. I never liked that boy, I'm sorry but I never did. I hate him. I hate him because you always put him first. It's always his happiness that comes before you which is why I scolded you when you spend all your money on that Gucci t-shirt for your boyfriend. I'm sorry. I'm a selfish woman. I want my daughter to wear expensive clothes, I want her happiness at first and then I don't even care if the rest of the world goes to hell.

PS: Please check your phone, I have sent you 350$ as your birthday present. Buy expensive things for yourself and enjoy your day. I repeat, spend it on yourself not on others. See you later, pumpkin. I might be busy again. After all, I have to build a better future for you.

You know, mama loves you my littlest pumpkin. Xoxo.

The tears from my eyes couldn't stop. "I love you too, mom." I wiped my tears, brought a smile of hope on my face and said, "Officer, I would like to call my guardian. I would like to call my mom."

"No need." Tony beamed. "Your lawyer is here." He unlocked the cell. "And, you’re free to go now."

"Really?" I exclaimed. I was amused. I didn't call anyone and no one knows about my arrest. Then who sent me the lawyer? Who bailed me out?

Tony was sitting on his chair and talking to my lawyer. He was wearing a charcoal black suit. Obviously, he's a lawyer. His wardrobe must be filled with every shade of back suits.

I can only see his broad shoulder from the back. Who must be this anonymous guardian angel? I approached him, with every step my heart was racing even faster due to the suspense. Who is this dashing lawyer?

To be continued…