Chapter 3
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CHAPTER 3
Matilda POV
I know that no matter how hard I try to wash off the vanilla scent lingering on my skin, the mission feels impossible. But I'm not ready to give up—not now, not with that scent sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
The taste of him in my throat was still intact.
I could still smell him all over me. His scent clung to me, filling my nostrils with warmth, and I swallowed the only thing left in my dry throat.
My legs trembled slightly as I turned on the shower again. Cold water streamed down my naked body, from my shoulders to my breasts, all the way to my toes, until I could hear the soft patter of water hitting the tilted floor.
The chill seeped into every inch of me, spreading through every corner the water touched.
“Damn, Matilda,” I whispered, my voice low and shaky as I raked my hand through my long, curly hair, gripping it tightly.
Memories from the past flooded my mind, and I could still remember how his blue eyes used to look at me, heavy with passion, a soft smile always tugging at his lips whenever he stared at me during those times we were together and I could tell those eyes had a way of making my p***y throb with need, getting hotter at each second.
But that voice, the harsh voice, kept echoing in my head.
"Do you think your unborn child will make my son marry you? So pathetic." she snapped, her voice drenched in mockery, her burning eyes trailing over my body with pure disgust.
I knew this woman. Noah’s mother had always treated me like a piece of trash. I never understood why, but if anything, I was sure it had to do with my low background.
"Take this and leave." She threw bundles of cash at my face, and not just that, a wedding invitation too.
"Noah is getting married. Leave him alone and get out of this country. He will never settle down with a low status girl like you!" His mother smirked, and I could feel my entire world falling apart. My heart raced so fast, I feared it might burst from my chest.
“But this isn't what we planned. He planned to marry me, not her, please… I need to see him” I begged, tears rolling down from my cheeks
“In your dream young lady”
"What about our child?. I need to see him. He can't do this to me” I whispered, lips trembling as shivers wrapped around me.
"I don't care. I just don't want to see you with my son. Or else. I will show you hell” She threatened hotly.
"Guard, throw her out of here” were the last words that rang in my head before I slumped onto the cold floor, and my vision faded into darkness.
"Hey, Matilda." The door cracked open as Sophia walked into the bathroom, jerking me out of my thoughts. Her gaze burned into me.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, her eyes lingering on my naked body.
I shook my head. "I'm totally fine." I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a short towel around my waist.
"But you've been in the bathroom for so long. I waited for you to come out for the past hour." Concern was evident in her voice as we both walked out of the bathroom.
"Nothing to worry about, Rose. I'm fine." Rose had always been there for me since the moment I ran away from Andrew's toxic family. She stood by my side, supported my decisions, and even let my son and me live with her. She had been my closest friend for the past five years, and I loved the chemistry we shared.
"Why are you here? How about Ray— is he asleep already?" I asked, moving toward my wardrobe to pick out a comfy nightgown.
"Yes, he's asleep. Do you even remember today is his birthday?"
Goodness! I forgot—again. What the heck is wrong with my brain?
"Goodness! Why didn’t you tell me?" My tone rose as I raked my hand through my hair.
"I should remind you of your son’s birthday?" She sat down on my bed, smiling. But was this supposed to be funny? I know I forget his birthday every year, but this year was supposed to be different. I promised him I wouldn't forget.
"But work, you should understand, Rose."
"Did you just call stripping a job?" she teased, rolling her eyes as I said nothing.
"Whatever… What are you doing in my room?" I asked, frustration laced in my voice.
"Did you watch the news today?" She paused when I raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. "I don’t even think you have time for that," she cracked, and I fumed in anger.
"Go straight to the point, please."
"He’s back." Her voice pulled me back to reality. I gulped hard.
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"Noah Andrews. Ray's father," she announced, her voice tingling with excitement.
"You seem very happy about it," I said, eyeing her closely.
"Of course I am… Ray will finally know who his father is."
"I saw him."
She gasped in shock. "You did what? You saw him?" She jumped off the bed and rushed toward me.
"Yes. I wonder what a married man is doing at the club." I sat down in front of my makeup table, dressing up.
"Goodness! Was that the reason you stayed so long in the bathroom?"
"I already told you, Rose… I’ve gotten over him." I rolled my eyes, knowing full well it was a lie. Rose wasn't buying it either.
"What about Ray? Did you tell him about your son?" She stood behind me, waiting for my response. Her look said it all, she thought I should have told him.
"Oh, please. I’m not ready to be a burden to anyone’s marriage."
"s**t!" she stamped her foot on the floor. "You should have told him!"
"What makes you think he’d believe me? Girl, he saw me dressed like a stripper." I moved away from her and headed to the bed.
"And what?"
"He hates me. I disgust him." I remembered how he looked at me—those eyes filled with disgust and hatred.
"Hmm," she sighed. "I wish he knew the reason you did that."
"It’s fine..."
"Tell me—how did you feel when you saw him?" she asked, the tip of her finger grazing her chin as she gave me her full attention.
"Embarrassed." I paused, my mind flashing back to when he asked for a blowjob, a married man, no less. I bet his wife knew nothing about it. "I gave him a blowjob too."
Her eyes widened, shock and surprise flickering in them. "What?!"
"Yes. He told me to do it."
"Really?! Hmmm."
"Romantic, romantic, romantic!" she gushed, placing her hands on her cheeks.
I shot her a disgusted look.
"I need to sleep. See you tomorrow. Goodnight."
With that, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber.
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