CHAPTER 1
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"Have you gone nuts April?"
Jake, straightaway, pulled his d**k out of Vanessa's throat, ending their pleasure abruptly, then scrambled for his clothes.
"I have been a psycho all these years. I just chose to keep it locked up. Well you just unlocked the mystery box, ta-daa."
I snapped back and moved the camera closer to Vanessa's face. Immediately, the b***h covered her face with the bed sheet. Leaving part of her body exposed.
I kept the camera rolling, making sure to capture every detail of their clothes strewed in the room; Vanessa's red g-strings laid on the carpet floor, her bra hung on the dressing mirror, it was obvious they made out on the table too. Eww.
All these years I have been painted as the bad egg of the family. With this video, the whole world will be in a frenzy to see who their beloved actress really is.
"Cut it off April, this isn't funny" Vanessa cried out.
"Shut up, little slut and smile at the camera." With my left hand I pulled her by the hair, dragging her head out of the sheets to face the camera.
"You need more fans on social media. Well darling, this will get you more followers and you will go viral."
"I will show the whole world the b***h you really are, especially my father."
I smirked, a bright smile reaching up to my bright brown eyes.
I still can't believe Jake would flush our three years down her throat. How long had they been f**king behind my back? I had been fooled yet again.
" Let her go, April, you caused all of this."
Jake returned fully dressed, pointing his filthy hands at me.
"Only if you were not so bent on keeping yourself until we walked down the aisle."
"Really Jake, you should have f****d someone older than her." I yelled out veins protruding out of my neck.
"Give me the phone now," Jake ordered, stretching out his hands.
Seeing I wasn't going to hand over the evidence, he tried taking it by force. So I ran out of his apartment into the cold Los Angeles bustling night, mixing up with the crowd.
Tears welled up my eyes, remembering the whole scene, Vanessa's moans echoed in my head. I sniffed back my tears, none of them were worth it.
When life seemed to become lovely and dovey, Vanessa and her stepmother would stick their fingers into my business. Turning the table around makes me sad.
I kept thinking and overthinking, my mind wasn't in this word anymore. I wasn't conscious of my movement until I heard a loud screeching sound of a tire halting, leaving no space between us. My heart skipped for a second, then I could hear it hammering inside my ears.
The headlight went off before the Lamborghini car door was flung open. After three steps, he stopped by my side just too close to make my things throb from his breath.
I felt torpid by the vitality, the magnetism he emitted. His large hands lifted to the air. I deserved every slap I'm likely to receive. I closed my eyes but, surprisingly, he did the opposite. I never knew a tear had escaped my eyes until his warm big finger wiped it off.
"Are you alright?"
A mellowed voice with a deep Mexican accent inquired. He quickly took off his suit jacket and placed it around my shoulder, seeing I was freezing. This jacket was worth millions of money. His eyes scanned my body looking for any form of scratch.
My lips parted twice; no sound was made. His chivalrous behavior made my throat get dry all of a sudden, not just because of alcohol, but something different.
My first impression was of a lithe man, the focal point being a pair of steely gray eyes that flickered with cool disdain. Rather, he wasn't merely handsome; that was too weak a description. He was striking, breathtakingly attractive.
No, no. I scolded my sanity. All this was just a flimflam to get me. I didn't give him a reply. With unsteady footsteps, I walked out of him not looking back.
"Night Passion Club."
I read the red sign. Tonight I was going to get wasted. Drowning myself in alcohol. The club was the best place to wash away your sorrow.
Loud rap music blasted my ears once I got into the dimly lit room. The atmosphere smelt of liquor and s*x. Some rich bastards were squandering money on half-naked girls dancing on a pole. Stripping defines Vanessa more than acting.
"I love you April, I would never do anything to hurt your feelings"
I laughed so hard while holding a shot of tequila. "Look whose feelings got badly hurt." I spoke to my liquor. "Never trust a man."
The people around the cubicle figured out I was going through heartbreak. I'm grateful they minded their damn business.
"Hit me another one."
I ordered. Six rounds and I wasn't satisfied. My throat still felt dry with an unusual craving of something bad.
The punk bartender slid my drink. My hands were already in a post to catch it. Another hand caught my drink and gulped it down, placing an empty cup in my hands.
"Where is the fun in drinking alone?"
His voice sounded familiar. My brain was too busy to remember, so I squinted my eyes. Perhaps I might remember his face. One... Two... Three identical faces appear at the same time on one body.
Still trying to figure out who it was, I lost balance on the seat and fell onto a comfortable shoulder. The scent of his masculinity was toxic, it registered in my brain.
"Take me home daddy."
I recklessly said, not wanting to let go of him.
A strong electrifying sensation I had never felt in my entire life lingered in my sensitive areas. Jake never made me feel this way, his kisses always felt so unreal. This stranger right here wasn't even trying, yet my body was already itching.
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