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Betrayed
14: Betrayed
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After the embarrassing encounter with the hot jerk in room 903, I tiptoe to my own
room. Lena spots me immediately.
“Where were you last night?”
“Just… around…” I say, while tossing my clothes out from the luggage bag.
“Did you finally f7ucked someone?” She drawls.
“Maybe…” I shrug.
There is no way I will admit I slept in a stranger’s room. I would rather say I had a one-
night stand. It’s less embarrassing.
She jumps out of the bed. “WHAT! Fu7ckin finally! Tell me Everything!!”
I roll my eyes. “Nope! I don’t ask you questions about your sex life!” I say and walk into
the bath before she can bombard with more questions.
“Oh Well, I can tell you everything how boring my and Jake’s sex life has become lately,”
she yells at me.
I smile but do not answer her. Knowingly and unknowingly, I have had a glimpse of their sex life. It seems pretty exciting. They do things I didn’t even know existed.
I wish I could trust someone to try those things. I think ruefully to myself and blush immediately. Why am I thinking like this?
Maybe it’s been a while.
I have slept with people in the past few months… It’s just… not frequent. This is why Lena gets pumped up every time she hears I spend the night with someone. I cannot date or get involved with anyone publically. As per my contract, it’s forbidden. Hookups are fine,
because those are by default hidden or secret.
The Guys I have slept with before usually ask me about my scar on my waist and some even ask me about my stretch marks. One man was such a jerk. He asked if I had been pregnant before and if that was how I got my stretch marks.
I felt embarrassed to admit I was fat before. I wish I could accept both my old and new body without any hesitation. I wasn’t fat because I was eating unhealthy food. It was hormonal and that kidney donation operation fu7cked up my body real bad. Stretch marks
are not that prominent, but the scar is.
I hate it when people scrutinize my body and point out my flaws.
I
guess
it’s my
fault. Somehow, I always choose assholes to date or hookup. As like Celeb. I want to break this pattern, although I am not sure how can I do that.
Bairavad
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Around noon, I pull over my rented car in front of Brown Mansion’s gate. Nostalgia and
heart ache hit me at once. It’s hard to process that I am finally here. I press the buzzer on
the side of the gate.
My heart is thumping hard. Probably new faces will be here. I glance at the camera so
someone will let me in.
“Oh My G7od, is it you, my child?” Uncle Orin asks. He has been our family for years. Family butler, cook and what not? He even took care of me when Dad wasn’t around. Like a
nanny.
“Didn’t you retire yet?” I exclaim.
He laughs. “I guess I wanted to see you again. You look different, but weak.”
It makes me laugh harder. He was one of the few people who always said, “You look
good the way you are. Don’t change. What’s up with girls of your generation being thin like a
stick figure?”
I never felt bad about my curves while growing up, because he never ever said a thing.
about me being fat.
I guess he will say I am a stick figure now.
“It’s good to see you, child.. I am busy in the kitchen. Come meet me here,” He says
and opens the gate for me.
I frown. Is he roaming around with the gate remote in his pocket?
Hearing Uncle Orin’s voice makes me feel better.
I pull over the car in the driveway and walk towards the front door. Am I supposed to
knock on the door, or is it still my place? Can I enter without asking?
