Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Fourteen

CHARLOTTE

Celebration by kool the gang fill the entire house its beat finding its way to my heart, adding more to my jitters, the guests have arrived but im still upstairs hoping—praying that he comes. Deep down in me, I have this urge and anticipation for him to come and be completely shocked to see me.

My mind takes me to when he presed his hard erection on my stomach, all I wanted to do then was to stay on my toes so that hes touching my private area, I remember how my mouth watered at the prospect of my lips hugging his girth.

I get up from my bed frustrated at how hot and bothered I feel and the dress isn’t helping. Im still trying to make point of who bought it for me—could it be Adrian?

I shake my head throwing the thought away, how could he possibly gift me a dress when he acted like I never even existed yesterday? It cannot be him—but what if it is him?

Why would give me a dress? To reconcile or apologise? It just doesn’t add up. I sit in front of my vanity looking at the reflection looking back at me. The make up I did seem simple but its not my regular everyday makeup.

I put a light pink shimmer eyeshadow, line my eyes to define my doe eyes even more—and finally put on a nude lipstick, I let the dress do all the talking by the way it hugs my figure—my hair by how it hugs my frame complementing my face more.

“How are you holding up cinderelly?” V comes in looking at me with awe. She wore a black tight fitted goen with a choker and she styled her hair in a ponytail bringing out a quarter to frame the side of her face—her make up heavy; smokey eye, arched brow and red lips.

“You look breathtaking” she gasp putting her hand on her chest and removing a lone tear like a proud mother. “My baby’s all grown up” she comes and gives me a hug. Freya comes in, she wore a beige layered gown that stops right after her knee. The clothes fit her slender body perfectly.

She joins in on the hug kissing my temple. “You look ravishing cinderelly” I mutter a thank you. Freya looks at V in questioning and V shakes her head. “What are you guys communicating about?” freya tenses looking at v for rescuing.

“Here you are, ive been looking all over for you two—“ she gasps looking at me with puppy love eyes. “Omg, this is the perfect sixe for you” she gives mea twirl before gripping my waist with a wolf whistle.

I wonder how Andrew will look at me when he sees me descending the starirs.

“You invited him over?” V ask with a mischieviuos glint in her eyes. I thought I said that in my mind but I guess not by the way they were looking at me.

“Yes I did. We met when I was house hunting, he overheard my call with papa—so I invited him.” They all look at each other and that confirmed my former hunch, they are communicating.

Mad that they are communicating without me I snap. “What is it that youre not telling me?” freya comes forward giving my arm a little friction. “Honey did you invite Adrian?” I look at her in confusion.

“No, why would I ?” they look at each other an V ushers freya to continue, I already have an idea what theyre gonna say and vigorously shake my head in hopes that they keep shut. “Adrian is here cinderelly—with his girlfriend too” I look at freya and wait for a burst of laughter to show how funny my reaction is.

I turn around to my vanity, sitting down before looking at my friends. “Im going to need vodka—on the rocks” I look at all of their expression with determination. “Yess!!” V exclaims punching her hand in the air before pointing at me. “Youre the man” then shes out the door to get me what I asked.

I need all the liquid courage I could get.

ANDREW

Out of all my thirty-three years of experiences in this life, I have never experienced such drama that is happening tonight. I tighten my jaw as I look across my left again, I feel like with the amount of ticking my jaw is doing—ive never done it in a board meeting full of idioti.

A lithe girl whispers something in the motherfuckers ear and he burst out laughing oblivious to the situation. The fuckers lucky I made mamma and myself a promise to be in my best behavior. Mamma came barging in my office when I was making a dress order screaming Italian about how all her children don’t even love spending time with her.

She ordered we spend dinner with her when I told her im attending my girlfriends birthday party, she didn’t believe me and called my bluff until the dress I ordered for her comes in. she grumbles how my girlfriend is taking away her son.

So yeah—apart from the part where she hates Char; mainly because my excuses have been revolving around her. I cancelled everything I had and flew back to London just to come to her birthday, never in a million years have I thought I would see her ex.

I should’ve been the one who beats the crap out of him five days ago, now all im left with is breaking glasses and girls ogling me like a golden egg. I saw V come down and pick three cups of vodka, then freya follows picking martinis.

Whatever theyre doing is pulling at all of my patience thread, and that fucker in my peripheral seems to think its his house and his party. He makes a joke with a hobo close to him and they both laugh. I grind my molars breaking another wine glass.

V, aria and freya descend from the stairs, and the guy close to me visibly stiffens looking at freya with puppy eyes. The make their announcement and I see a flash of pink before Char stands at the top of the stairs with a smile, her cheeks flush probably by the amount of vodka and martinis shes had.

She slowly search the croud her eyes landing on me like a magnet, her smiles widens and my heart swells with satisfaction that im the cause behind her smile. She slowly descend the stairs holding my eye with confidence, my d**k swishes reminding me of its fascination.

Since I met this kitten, my d**k has decided to obsess over, all the holes that turn me on don’t do it for me anymore, but the moment I think about her doe eyes my d**k stirs in anticipation. Once shes down the stairs, she got swarmed by desperate attention seekers congratulating her.

She smiles at them nicely, answering their questions with heart eyes like she truly cares—bullshit, I am very well aware of the fact that she hates when people swarm her, it triggers something I have yet to uncover.

The lithe girl who came with her boyfriend—whos about to loose his smirk comes forward and stepping on char’s dress, char turns around and smiles at her before whispering something in the lithe girl’s ear. The girl pales with anger painting her face before heading to her boyfriend.

V screams girl and they high five, char continues rounding the people making small talks, I can feel her eyes on me sometimes and im pretty sure im ogling her because the girls that were looking at me like money—thought that she was my girlfriend.

My phone vibrates in my breast pocket, I fish it out and release a groan when I see a pic of mamma looking back at me. Shes requesting for a videocall. I answer it because im pretty sure she just wants to confirm if im here.

“Mamma im busy” I bark out because of the music. All I seeis her forehead before she moves the phone away from her face to show Damien what shes seeing. “Oh mio, look at your brother” she turns the camera after I catch a glimpse of Damien mouthing ‘help me’.

“Hows the party?” she asks squinting her eyes. “And wheres tua ragazza?” she squints further like that’s gonna help her see her.

“The party was going great until you called, and my girlfriend is talking with some friends.” I look forward and catch a glimpse of char talking to her friends her back to me.

“Ay, show me her, I cant wait until the cruise tour” I roll my eyes knowing what shes playing at, I turn the phone camera showing her char as she drinks andother shot dancing while her friends help her too. “Quie capelli sono finti non puoi ingannarmi” she whisper-yells to Damien but I heard her nonetheless.

“No mamma, that is her real hair” I look at her hair bouncing with her, how can such a thing be fake. She hits her forehead shaking her head. “Whos a woman between me and you?” my brows thread together in confusion. “Whats that got to do with hair?” she tsks shaking her head.

“Rispondi alla domanda” she demands with a straight face. “You” I look up to see char isn’t around, I check around to see any sign of pink but I got nothing. “Then trust me when I say that hair is fake” she barks out but all im worried bout where char went to.

“ill call you back, mamma” I didn’t wait for her answer and stroll to the kitchen island where her friends are. V notices me first before flipping her little front hair and winking at me. “Hello handsome, you look dashing as always” aria and freya turn around looking at me. Freya squints her eyes like shes trying to remember who I am.

“Good evening ladies, wheres your friend?” I ask straight to the point because I have no time for pleasantries. They look at each other, weighing if they should tell me what truly happened. “Shes on the balcony” V answers and freya and aria look at her like shes crazy.

V and I are going to get along pretty well. I rush up to the balcony because I already know where everything is the last time I came here. I stop at the door to see char looking up at the sky her back to me, the dress she wore, torn and ruined.

I approach her slowly and she stiffens probably sensing me, I stand close to her and look at the sky too. “I picked the perfect size” I muttered, she looks to look at me before glancing t the damaged dress. “So it was you” she whispers.

I turn to look at her and all the blood in me has been drained and replaced with venom. Her faces has claw scratches and red wine has ruined her dress—looks to be splashed on her. Her neck red, looks to be strangled by a man. I lightly touch the neck she winces and I retrack my hand.

“Who did this to you?” I don’t even recognize my own voice. She shifts back before picking a bottle of wine and gulping it down before taking a seat on the chair. “I went up to my room to go to the loo…” I forgot how much I miss her british accent.

“And what I saw was what they call pettiness—Adrian was having s****l intercourse with mia. On my bed” she swigs from her wine again touching her chest before looking at me. “Like that is not enough, the b***h spit on me” she stouches her cheeks. “and poured wine on me. When I revenged with a punch, her boyfriend strangled me”

She looks at me taking another swig. “He said I don’t deserve to live” a sob overtakes her body as she tries to take another gulp, I snatch the bottle from her and squat to my hunches to look at her properly. “Im sorry they ruined the dress” she wipes her tears with a hiccup before resting her head on my shoulder.

I pick her up and take her to her room, laying her down softly to see shes fallen asleep. I stand up seeing red with a goal of destruction, but she grasps my hand. “Don’t leave me please” she whispers the voice tugging something in my chest.

I lay down in her impossibly small bed looking at the ceiling, she shuffles close to me and laying on my chest. “Lets have s*x” she looks at me with those doe eyes, I chuckle waiting for her to join me but she just keeps looking at me. “Youre not in your right mind mio gattino” I remove her hand, she kisses my knuckles and I tense my d**k taking charge.

I turn hovering over her releasing a warning growl. “Why don’t you want to have s*x with me?” she mumbles whiffing me with the scent of wine.

“Because if I start, I don’t know if ill be able to stop” she widens her eyes, I kiss her forhead, threading my hand through her hair. “Now go to sleep mio gattino” I drop off her and wait until her brehin becomes even and slow before I walk towards the door with one vision in mind.

End Adrians life because he doesn’t deserve to live.