Chapter 4: This can't be
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Rebecca
I’m not sure what scared me the most; that I could be pregnant for a stranger or that I feel the urge to find out who he is.
I know he’s rich—his cologne gave that away and I know that he’s way older than I am. I also know he is powerful because his aura just says all of it but who is he? What does he have with Camilla?
It’s been a week since the party and everything reminded me of him. I know I shouldn’t be doing this; that man might have forgotten what happened and even if he hasn’t, he barely thinks of it as anything.
He’s experienced, unlike me—who has had nothing but an awful lot of sexcapades and nothing but a mind full of stories and a finger in case I get unable to control myself.
My phone beeped and it was Amelia. She was asking what my plan for the day was. To be quite honest, I have been sitting in the bathtub for nearly twenty minutes.
The water was no longer hot but that was okay, I just needed to feel something on my body whether hot or cold. I exhaled long enough before grabbing the phone and staring at the screen.
She was typing...
Amelia: No plans? Cool, ‘cause I’m driving to your place now. I need help picking a new set of books.
I didn’t even get a chance to respond before another text entered.
Amelia: See you in fifteen. Please be dressed.
“Ourghh,” I growled before I lowered the phone to the table. I didn't have anything doing but I’d rather sleep than get dragged to a bookstore to get lots of romance stories.
I’m not much of a reader; I barely even have the energy to read my school books.
I love movies though and that should count as something. I tried to hurry with sponging my body ‘cause I knew how she’d react if she came and I was still not dressed.
Glad I could get a T-shirt over my head just before the door pushed open, I smirked.
“You’re not dressed!”
“You can’t say that. There’s a shirt on my body.”
“Over your g-string? Girl please.”
“Almost done.” I tried to get the jeans to my waist but my thigh made it difficult that I just had to jump first.
When we reached the bookstore, she walked to the entrance without pausing. She didn't wait for me to meet up with her before she turned to greet the bookstore owner.
“Hi, Collin!” her voice clamored as she waved at him. I watched her face turn pink as she blushed and that just made me frown.
She was talking to him like she wanted to have s*x with him. Maybe it’s just me, I tend to attribute everything to s*x because it’s a better scale.
“Meet my friend,” she said and quickly pulled me closer to her. “She’s not here for the books though.”
Right.
That was enough incidents for one day to make me realize how not-special I am.
“Hey,” I blurted and placed my hands on his.
His brown curly hair made its way to his forehead but yeah, he was cute. At least cute enough for Amelia.
We walked over to the shelves and I looked at her face. She was smiling so hard from just looking at books arranged on the shelves.
Amelia didn’t ask for my help all the while she was making picks. I just stood beside her, looking at my phone.
I was checking the sixth account that had the name Ashton because, for some obvious reasons, I couldn’t find him.
It’s pretty difficult to know someone by just their first name but here I was, checking every single account I could find.
“Let’s get some snacks,” Amelia suggested as we walked out of the bookstore. “I’m starving.”
“Sure.”
“Want something?” she asked and that caused me to raise my head from my phone. “Ourgh, no thanks.”
She frowned at me and I knew Amelia was about to complain. “Maybe ice cream.”
“Cool.”
We walked into the building and took a round table a few miles from the door.
It was a perfect view, only that I was looking at my screen and not the view. She dropped her book and moved away to make an order.
I smiled at how nice she is—she doesn’t ask what flavor I want because she knows I’ll throw anything that isn’t chocolate. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had and I can’t deny it.
She made only a few weeks feel like years and it felt so good to have her, to tell her everything—except that I f****d someone at the party she warned me against.
“Here.”
She handed me the cup and I smiled at the beauty. “Thanks, hun.”
“Soooooooooo,” she dragged and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“What?”
“Are you ready to tell me now?” she leaned closer to the table and used her hands to hold her jaw.
“The party.”
“I’ve told you. There’s nothing extraordinary. It was fun, nice but yeah.”
She looked at me with such dissatisfaction. “I thought I stood a chance to know more this time around.”
“What do you mean?”
“Parties like this happen every school year and—wait let me show you.” She snuggled out her phone and searched for something, maybe a picture or—
“There’s always an anonymous account with lots of stories about the party.”
I looked at her for the first time with genuine interest in her story. Could she possibly know his full name or even his account?
She still had her eyes on her screen and just before I could swallow the saliva welling in my mouth, she gave a shocking expression.
“What?” I asked.
“Someone’s s*x tape is about to be leaked.”
She shoved the phone to my face and I stared at the screen. I read the threat just before my eyes captured a picture where—“Oh shit.”
This can’t be.
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