Chapter 92
Freya
Even though I yelled for Ethan–I mean, Mr. Steele–to stop, I’m still shocked when he does. He turns his large body, one expressive eyebrow arched as though he didn’t expect me to follow him. “Yes, Ms. Smith?”
1 stumble in my heels. My pride is hurt and I don’t like how amused Mr. Steele looks when he sizes me up and sees me panting, but my humiliation isn’t worth more than my dad’s job I have to make this right.
“Listen, I wanted to say sorry…” I swallow the spit accumulated in my throat, a bit out of breath, “and also ask you not to fire my dad because of my stupidity.”
Mr. Steele crosses his arms over his chest. It’s meant to be opposing, but guess what my alcohol–affected brain focuses on? How hot he is. His tailored suit clings to his toned body in all the right places, and I can’t help but admire the view even though this is hardly the time.
“And why shouldn’t I?”
So. he is really going to make me grovel, huh?
I wet my lips. “Because I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
He eyes me for a long moment, and just when I’m about to give up hope, he says, “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come to the next corporate event as my date, and I’ll forget all about this little incident.”
My eyes widen in surprise. Going out on a date with him AND getting to eat free food sounds more like a reward than anything. Is he messing with me?
“You’re serious”
“I am,” he doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh–he is fully serious as he looks at me.
It’s shocking.
The deal honestly feels too good to be true. I mean Ethan Steele the CEO of Steele Enterprises, wants me to be his date? There’s got to be a catch. But before I can overanalyze it, I blurt out, “Deal.”
His lips curve into that infuriatingly sexy smirk again. “Good. I’ll send you the details.” He starts to walk away but then stops. and turns back once more. “Oh, and Freya? Dress nicely. I don’t want my date looking like she raided a thrift store.”
My jaw drops as he strides off, leaving me standing there, equal parts mortified and intrigued. Did he really just insult my outfit? I glance down at my pink dress–it’s not THAT bad. Sure it’s not designer, but it’s cute. And affordable.
Though, perhaps I can find something nicer to wear next time. Something fancy. I just umm need to find the money for it or try my luck with scratch cards.
I’m exhausted by the end of the day. It also doesn’t help that everything is so dark. I hardly see the sun, but I guess I should be grateful my parents are letting me stay in their basement after the divorce.
not that it is a very good basement. It comes with a shower and bathroom, but it feels like I’m shampooing my hair in a dungeon or a prison right now.
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It’s so dark that I don’t date to close my eyes as the water sprays down on me. I’m half–convinced that a demon would attack. me if I did because let’s be real everyone knows the demon word attack you if you keep one eye open
I finish up in the shower, dry myself and wander out of the bathom to fish up my phone from my bed. There are a couple of new messages from my best friend, Maddie,
Maddie: Okay, so I just saw your younger sister at Target with Clark. Didn’t you two get a divorce?
Maddie: And Jayla is kissing Clark what the actual fuck. Is that why you guys filed for a divorce??? Is your little sister fucking your ex–husband???
Maddie: WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME
Maddie: Oh my god, I was just forced to say hello by the cash register, and it was so AWKWARD. I hate your sister and your ex–husband too!
Maddie: Are you okay?
Maddie: HELLO???
My stomach churns. I usually tell Maddie everything. She is my ride of die, but this? This I haven’t told anyone, including my parents. They are under the impression Clark threw me out since I don’t have a job when, in reality, I caught him cheating on me with my sister Jayla,
I have two sisters–Jayla is the youngest, only 24 while Jasmin is the oldest at 34. I’m 29, but not as beautiful as my two tall, slender sisters. I’m 5’2 feet tall, with wild red hair and brown eye–the only reason difference I have from Merida in brave. She is the Disney version of me.
With that said, I’m by no means a beauty, and neither am I a big atch since I can’t keep a job. I’m too out of control. Did I mention I also don’t have a filter? I share whatever messy thoughts I have, and I think that’s why Clark cheated on me. I’m too much for him. Sometimes, I worry that I’m too much for every man that’s out there.
I stare at Maddie’s messages, my fingers hovering over the screen. How do I even begin to explain this? I’ve been carrying this weight for months, and now it’s out in the open–at least to Maddie. I can’t keep it bottled up anymore.
I type out a response, my fingers trembling slightly.
Me: Yeah, it’s true. Clark and Jayla. I walked in on them. I haven’t told anyone because I don’t know. I guess I was too ashamed. Too angry. I didn’t want to deal with the fallout. But now that you know, I guess it’s time to face it.
Maddie’s response is immediate.
Maddie: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. FREYA. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! I would’ve driven over there and burned down Clark’s house. WITH THEM IN IT.
I can’t help but laugh despite the heaviness in my chest. Maddie always been the type to go full–on scorched–earth–crazy- person on my behalf. It’s one of the reasons I love her.
Me: I know, I know. I just didn’t want to make it a thing. Cheating happens.
Maddie: You need to tell your parents. See if Jayla keeps being the favorite after they find out she let your husband dip his cock in her vagina while he was still married to you.
Me: I really don’t want to make a big thing out of this. They can have each other if they want.
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My hands tremble after I’ve pressed send. There is a big hole in my chest, and to make it feel better, I stumble over to the big bottle of champagne I stole from the party. Alcohol isn’t the answer, but it sure as hell makes my situation easier because fuck this.
1 thought Clark was the one.
I thought we would have children.
Three of them….
Sure, we had many fights about me not having a job, and yes, he often complained about my figure and said I should at least be more fit since I didn’t have a job. But I…I’never saw that as a problem. I thought that was us having a rough patch
I was wrong.
My husband was sticking it in my sister. That’s why he was never in the ‘mood‘ whenever I tried to seduce him.
Gosh, I feel so embarrassed.
Dumb.
Unwanted.
– Unattractive.
Itake a long swig from the champagne bottle, the bubbles burning my throat as they go down. Sadly, the alcohol can’t erase the images that keep flashing through my mind. Clark and Jayla angled together on our bed–the place where we fucking slept.
God, I can’t believe…how…just…fuck!
My feelings are all over the place as I lie down on the cheap mattress that creaks under my weight. Once I’m on my back, I take another drink, hoping it’ll wash away the bitter taste in my mouth
It doesn’t
How long had the affair been going on? Weeks? Months? Years? Had they been laughing at me behind my back this whole time? I think of all the family dinners, the holidays, the casual get–togethers where Clark and Jayla sat across from each other, exchanging secret glances while I remained oblivious.
He said he loved me.
He lied to my face.
Guess my husband was a snake.
The champagne bottle is half empty now, and my head is starting to swim–perfect. It won’t be long until I past out and then finally, I can be free from the heartbreak for at least a few hours.
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