Chapter 14
LUCIUS
I stepped out of my room, seeing that I had not shut my door properly. I looked right and left but there was no one in sight yet I could swear that I had heard moans while I was finishing too.
I was sure that what I had heard wasn’t just one of my fantasies. She had been here and she had watched me.
Even after I had told her to find someone else and get off me, she had still done this.
She was just too naughty and her naughtiness was messing with my head big time. How could a virgin be this naughty and nasty?
She should be punished and taught a lesson. I should have her hands cuffed, her legs tied together and have her lying on my laps as I spank her over and over again until she becomes a good girl for me.
“Get a hold of yourself, Lucius” I walked back into my room and shut the door behind me this time.
My head was clear now and I could think reasonably.
I picked my phone up and dialed a contact.
“Hello boss” the call was picked almost instantly.
“Send Francesca William’s info to me. Everything about her, her family, her job if she has one. I want every single detail”
“On it, boss”
I ended the call and slid the phone back to the table. I wasn’t trying to protect Lisa and her mother for years only to have one spoilt brat making Lisa cry.
In all honesty, I had hated seeing her tears, even much more than I thought I would. No one should hurt her like that. Not some bullshit friend and certainly not her shithead ex boyfriend who could not appreciate her even a tiny bit. Monalisa needed better people around her.
MONALISA
I knew I should have ditched going to school today after what happened with Francesca yesterday cause I had no idea how I was supposed to face her but I had a test today and I wasn’t going to have my grades suffer after my friendship and relationship just suffered.
I had not seen Lucius before leaving his home. The maid who had woken me up this morning told me he had gone to work already.
I stepped into class and looked around. I could not see Francesca and it had never been this relieving that she was absent in class.
My gaze landed on Irene instead and I felt the need to go to her and ask her what made her say that to me yesterday.
I walked up to her and sat beside her, staying silent for the first few minutes. She also stayed silent just as she always did.
“Irene” I eventually called.
“So… You want to ask me why I said that yesterday? You don’t believe me, do you?” Irene asked, raising her head and pushing her dark hair back.
“I do now” I mumbled and saw her eyes squint.
“You saw something?” She asked.
“How did you know?”
“Cause I know you trust Francesca so much that you would never believe she is not really your friend until you catch her being your big time hater” She replied and I felt my heart ache again.
“Have you even ever wondered why she has so much friends and only a few hang out with you?” Irene questioned.
“That is because she makes sure she ruins your image. She paints you as selfish, greedy, proud and tells others that it is a huge work to be friends with you” She added and I felt my eyes swell with tears.
O had thought the reason I had few girls talking to me was because they saw me as less social. Why exactly would Francesca do all of these to me? When did she start hating me?
Thinking about it now, I could not trust that she was saying the truth about the camera found in the teddy bear she gave to me.
“Good thing you found out now. You should build your own life now, without that piece of shit” Irene said and lowered her gaze back to the floor, falling silent once more.
I could feel my heart breaking and hurting for long minutes. It took a while for me to pull myself back together and do a quick revision for the test which would be starting in half an hour.
*
I didn’t see Francesca till we were done with the tests and I was just going to leave school and go home or anywhere else where I knew Francesca just could not be but I wasn’t so lucky as I saw her approaching me with Bryant by her side.
There sight angered me, made my insides boil but I held it all back. I had cried enough yesterday and even earlier this morning while taking a bath. I could nto shed a single tear in front of her.
I held my head up high with confidence as she stopped in front of me with Bryant.
“How are you doing, Lisa?” She had the guts to actually ask.
“Can you get out of my face? Don’t block the beauty of this day with the ugly face of a betrayer” I said as carelessly as I could and I saw the smirk on her face get wiped off.
“Call me a betrayer or whatever you want to call me but I am really not. I just chose myself over you. Bryant was so good” She cooed and turned to face him, kissing his lips.
My insides churned with disgust at the sight in front of me.
“I don’t want to be violent, Francesca. Get out of my face right now or stand a chance to get your face swollen for the next two weeks” I threatened, my breathing getting heavier but her smirk just got bigger. It was obvious that she was liking the fact that I was getting mad.
“What exactly did I do to you to deserve this from you, Francesca? I took you as my best friend for so many years. I loved you. What could I have done to deserve all these hatred?” I could not help but ask and I so hated myself for asking, especially in that soft, sad tone that had my eyes watering.
Francesca leaned close to me. Really close to me and whispered into my ears.
“You are so selfish, always having everything without begging for it. I was never your friend. Took you long enough to realize, though.” She pulled away from me with that crazy smirk on her face and took a few steps back to get to Bryant.
“I and my man are leaving now. Sorry you have no man and won’t be finding one as hot as Bryant”
“I have a man” I blurted the words out just to save myself from the insult.
Francesca stopped, eyed me and then laughed.
“Hell to me if I believe that trash” She laughed.
“I have someone and unlike what you think, he is fucking hot…” Now, I was talking about Lucius Devine.
“And also filthy rich. I was so damn stupid to glance at this trash named Bryant. Such a watered down creation”
“Don’t you dare call me trash” Bryant walked up to me with a threatening stance but I didn’t move an inch or cower away.
“What? You don’t like being called what you are? You are in denial?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, slut. Got dumped last night and you just jumped onto some rich man you could find. You are exactly…” I cut him off with a slap.
I wasn’t standing there and listening to him talk me down when he was the bastard.
“You slapped me? You are going to so fucking regret that” He threatened.
“Maybe she should regret it right now” Francesca added and before I could comprehend what was happening, she had slapped me, hard across the face.
The physical pain and the emotional pain hit as she grabbed Bryant’s hand and walked off. I could not help myself from bursting into tears as I crouched down to the floor.