TIFFANY’S POV
They were at the dining table having dinner, and Shawn was on his phone.
“You know it’s wrong to press your phone while eating, right?” Tiffany asked and he looked up.
“Are you my mum now?” He asked, giving her a coy look.
“Well, you were not my father when you asked me to stop talking while eating the order day.” Tiffany retorted.
“Wow! Are you getting back at me now?” Shawn asked, creasing his eyebrows.
“Maybe, I am. You are obviously preaching what you don’t practice.” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.
“Wait. I never talked about pressing your phone while eating, I only talked about talking while eating. See? They are two different things. Shawn said, trying to defend himself.
“But they fall under the same category; Poor table etiquette!” Tiffany said.
“Okay. I give up, Ma.” Shawn said, keeping his phone away and raising his hands in surrender.
“Good of you. That’s more like it. Practice what you preach.” Tiffany said, and continued with her meal.
A few minutes later, Shawn’s phone binged, indicating the arrival of a message. “I’m sorry, but I have to take this. It could be business.” Shawn said, before picking up his phone again.
And just like that, his face went from cheerful to surprise, to anger and then to disgust.
“Is anything the problem?” She asked, worried at the change of his facial expression.
He looked up at her, his face hardening. “Everything is not fine!” And with that, he stood up and stormed out of the dining room.
SHAWN’S POV
He got inside his room, banging the door behind him as he sat on his bed to go over the content of the message again.
It was pictures from an unknown sender, and the pictures had Tiffany passionately hugging a boy in the same uniform as hers.
The message was titled “What she does behind your back.”
Shawn was taken aback. The sender’s contact was not in his contact list and when he tried to call he realized it was a burner number.
Fucking coward!
So, this was what she did behind his back, and he thought of her as innocent?
She was engaged, and they were about to be married for Christ sake! Yet she frolicked around with men. First his intern, and now a goddamn high school boy.
She was not worth his time, obviously. He had hoped they could start off things again on a good foot, but she obviously was not worth it.
RACHEL’S POV
She smiled as the message read “Sent.” Now, she was sure there would be chaos.
Just when they are about heading somewhere, boom! Those pictures will tear them apart.
She knows Shawn to be high on loyalty and he would never take those pictures lightly.
Time to sit back and watch, Rachel.
TIFFANY’S POV
She stared after him in Surprise as he walked out of the dinning room in anger.
Whatever the content of that message was, it was definitely not good. But what baffles her is the look he gave her. Was the message related to her?
She stared at his unfinished food, and suddenly lost the appetite to eat hers.
She stood up and cleared the table, hoping that whatever happened to his mood courtesy of the message will be resolved by morning.
SHAWN’S POV
The next morning he got dressed and left the house very early. He didn’t want to face Tiffany not after he saw those pictures last night.
He had called Rachel and asked they hang out, and like he expected, she didn’t turn him down.
“Hello, I’m on my way to your place.” He said into the phone as he drove out of the estate.
“I’m ready and waiting.” She replied.
RACHEL’S POV
She smiled sheepishly as she turned around in front of the mirror. Her plan worked! It drove Shawn back to her.
She ran her hands on the silky texture of her short strapless silky gown. Shawn had to see all the goodies her body had and realize how much he was Missing.
She is the one for him, and would never be disloyal to him like that little fiance of his.
She took out her shiny red lipstick and ran it over her lips before smacking them together and moaning in satisfaction.
And with one last glance at the mirror, she headed downstairs.
TIFFANY’S POV
She had finished making breakfast and was still wondering why Shawn was not yet downstairs. It was unlike him to still be in bed even though it was Sunday.
After waiting for him for a few more minutes, she decided to go upstairs to his room and check if everything was okay with him.
“Good morning. I was wondering if you are alright since you have not come downstairs since this morning.” She said, knocking on the door.
After a series of knocking with no response, she decided to open the door as she was already scared of his safety.
She was met by an empty room, with no Shawn Gold in sight. She walked further to his bathroom but it was empty with no trace of him.
Where had he gone? Was he okay? These thoughts plaqued her mind as she left the room.
“Why don’t you call him?” Her subconscious mind asked. There would be no harm in finding out if he was okay, right?
She went back to the sitting room to pick her phone from the couch. She dialed his number but it kept sending her to his voicemail.
“I hope he is fine.” She mumbled and went up to her room to freshen up.
SHAWN’S POV
He saw her calls but kept ignoring it. The guts of her to call him. She should call one or two of her numerous boyfriends.
“Are you okay?” Rachel asked him. They were sitted in the Italian restaurantD’AMOR eating. “Yes, I’m fine.” He replied.
“You should take the call. It could be important.” She said, caressing his hand.
He looked at the phone for sometime before muttering, “It’s not important. The person is not important.”
RACHEL’S POV
She smiled inwardly when he said those words,”It’s not important. The person is not important.”
She knew it was Tiffany because she had seen her name on the phone screen. Awww…the little girlfriend, or fiance rather, was calling her man.
She was more than glad her plan worked and she had Shawn all to herself for the day, and it was a matter of time before she had him to herself forever.
TIFFANY’S POV
She was restless at home and having nothing else to do, she decided to pay Shawn’s mother a visit.
“Hello, Ma. It’s Sunday, Shawn is nowhere to be found and I’m in the house all by myself. Do you mind me coming over to your place?” She asked, when Mrs Gold picked up the phone.
“Oh, darling, you must be bored. Of course, you can come over.” Mrs Gold said over the phone.
“Okay, can you please text me the address?” She asked.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I will send my driver to you.”
“Okay, Ma.” Tiffany said, before ending the call.
She quickly added finishing touches to her look and hurried downstairs to wait for the driver Mrs Gold was sending.