Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Freya
When I dump my “catch” on my bed, a big, evil smile curls my lips. I didn’t think I would be able to steal this much food. not to mention makeup, but I did, and I’m proud! Perhaps this could become my new gig?
Or not. I mean, I didn’t do this alone–1 had Ethan Steele to help me. Laughter bubbles up in my throat at the reminder of an actual billionaire helping me, but my happiness quickly dies down when my phone vibrates.
It’s a text from Jayla.
Jayla: Freya, I know that you’re hurt and mad, but Clark and I were always in love.
Jayla: Please don’t tell our parents that he cheated on you.
Okay, I just need to breathe and…wait. Did she just write…oh my god, she did! DON’T GET MAD WHEN SHE FUCKED MY EX–HUSBAND? HOW DARE SHE?!
Anger rises in my chest. I’m quick to forget and forgive when it comes to my sisters, but this? This I won’t forget. I’m typing furiously, about to tell Jayla exactly what I think of her, until I read her next text message.
Jayla: Freya, I’m pregnant, and look, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but if you tell our parents that Clark cheated. on you with me, then then they will shun me AND the baby!
Jayla: Think about the baby! You’re the favorite aunt!
I can’t believe how selfish my little sister is being, but she is also night. Our parents would definitely shun her, and even though I’m sad, frustrated, and so damn hurt by what Jayla has done, I’m too much of a saint to ruin the life of her baby. If she is pregnant
“Fuck…” My thoughts are interrupted by my tears. I’m practically shaking, and there’s no stopping it. I thought cheating was bad, but this? This takes the fucking price!
In an act of pure frustration, I pick up the nail polish that I stole from the grocery store and throw it straight at the mirror. It shatters and 1 scream, wishing this was a bad dream I could wake up from.
Why does everything bad have to happen to me?!
My phone buzzes again–more messages from Jayla
Jayla: Freya? Are you there?
Jayla: Please, I need to know you won’t tell Mom and Dad.
Jayla: I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to hurt you.
Really? She didn’t mean to hurt me? Did she just think I would be okay with her sleeping with Clark?
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I throw my phone across the room. I might have been fine with everything else Jayla has done, like stealing my boyfriends in high school, but this isn’t the same thing.
Clark and I were married! The audacity of her to ask for my silence after what she’s done… Is she fucking insane? She must be, right?
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More tears run down my face as I pace my room, shaking uncorollably from all the crying. I’m a fucking mess, and the anxiety won’t go away. It doesn’t matter if I’m sitting, standing, myself from crying.
walking–I can’t stop thinking about the pain. Can’t stop
How could I have been so blind? How didn’t I realize Clark was cheating on me sooner?
Also, what kind of like am I even living? Divorced, unemployed,ving in my parents‘ basement, no goals in life and now shoplifting just to get by. And to top it all off, my sister is pregnant with my ex–husband’s baby–my life is a fucking disaster!
I need to get out of here. I need…something. Anything to distract me from this mess.
“Uhh… Freya… I don’t mind buying you liquor, but girl, you need to slow down a little,” Maddie laughs.
Spinning unsteadily in my seat, I shoot her a glare from across the table. I say nothing, though.
In the back of my head, I know Maddie is right, but ‘rational Freja‘ doesn’t want to come to the phone right now. She is too hurt, and so ‘fun Freya‘ has decided to take over. And guess what? She wants more alcohol. Lots more.
I pour some more, vaguely noticing that I’m soon done with the bottle. Huh.
My best friend rolls her eves, “Oh boy…well, since you are apparently getting drunk, I might as well drink some more.”
Maddie lifts her hand and orders another two bottles. We chug them down like champs and then Maddie orders us some shots. Twenty minutes later, we are both sitting there, cross–eyed while glaring at people.
“Any of the men caught your eye?” Maddie asks.
1 lick my lips and look around, smirking when my eyes land on a rather large butt. It’s attached to an even larger man who is wearing a long–sleeved shirt combined with expensive jeans. Big biceps are straining against the thin fabric. I’m drooling in my seat, and Maddie giggles when she notices me looking at the man.
“You should go talk to him while you’re too drunk to realize it’s a bad idea,” she says.
“Why would it be a bad idea?”
Maddie blinks, looking a little stunned by the question. “Well, if you’re already over Clark…”
“Fuck Clark…or don’t,” I glare at her with a look that could kill. “Better not fuck him like my sister did.”
“Okay, you’re really drunk…”
“What was that?”
“Nothing… Go get ‘em,’ tiger,” Maddie places her hand on my shoulder as I begin to stand, patting it and almost making me fall from the extra weight.
“Hey!” I growl. “Careful!”
Maddie grins. “I am..” Her eyes travel to the man. “Say, do you want to play truth or dare, but we are only allowed to pick dare? If you accept, I will give you 1000 dollars.”
Since I’m dirt poor, I can’t say no. “I’m listening.”
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“Good choice,” she nods aheal. “I dare you to kiss that man the fast thing you do, 1000 dollars.”
“Challenge accepted.”
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1 stumble my way over to the handsome stranger, ny liquid couge propelling me forward. As I get closer, I realize he’s even more attractive up close–tall(at least two heads taller than ttle old me), beautiful nose as I study his profile.
“Hey there, handsome,” I slur, tapping him on the back. “Wanna buy me a drink?”
He turns around. Squinting in confusion at first since I’m so short that he doesn’t see anybody at his height, but when he finally looks down to locate me, my jaw drops.
It’s Ethan Steele.
“Freya?” he asks, but before his infuriating smirk can take over his lips, I grab the front of his shirt.
“No time for questions,” I deadpan as I say that. There is no time for romance here. “Duck.”
He squints at me with a look that says, “You’re crazy, but then he just shrugs as if thinking it can’t do hito no harm since I’m a kitchen gnome compared to him–big mistake. The second he is down at my level, I kiss the fucker’s lips. Hard. Passionately.
Bet he didn’t see that one coming.
