TIFFANY’S POV
She couldn’t pretend that she was still comfortable being in the bar, so she decided to open up to her friends.
“Can we leave, please? I’m feeling sick.” Tiffany asked.
“Oh my God! Does your knee hurt? Are you having a fever?” Freya asked, already reaching out to feel her body temperature.
“We can leave now.” Timothy said and got up.
They walked out of the bar with her friends worrying about her health.
“Should we follow you home?” Freya asked worriedly.
“No, please. I’m fine, guys. Thank you so much.” She said.
“Drive safely and make sure you leave a message letting us know you got home safely.” Timothy said and gave her a hug.
“I will. Bye, guys.” She waved before getting into the car.
She got home famished, exhausted and feeling sick. She went upstairs to change after which she returned downstairs to make herself cereal for dinner.
While eating, she wondered why Shawn was not home yet. She had barely gotten the thought of him out of her mind when he walked in.
“Where did you go?” He asked, harshly.
“Why are you asking me that? And why do you look so furious?” Tiffany asked, taken aback by the question.
“Answer the damn question!” He yelled, startling her.
She went quiet for a second before replying, ” I went out with my friends.”
“I never asked who you went out with. I asked, “Where did you go?” Shawn said.
“What is this all about? You suddenly barge into the house and start bombarding me with questions. Are you my father?” Tiffany yelled angrily.
“I’m not. And I don’t want to be a father to a slut!” Shawn yelled back.
“Are you indirectly Calling me a slut?” She asked, thrown off balance.
“I don’t know, but you tell me. Are you that cheap that you make out with a man in the corridor of a restroom? Have you no shame and dignity as a lady?” Shawn asked.
Her face turned white in horror and realization. She was right after all. The person had sent the pictures to Shawn. “What…what are you talking about?” She stuttered.
“You know what I’m talking about because your face says it all.” Shawn said.
“I don’t know.” Tiffany replied.
“Here. Maybe this picture will help you remember.” Shawn said and shoved his phone in her hands.
Her face turned white the more when she looked at the picture. She felt like puking “This is not what you think it is, please.” She said and handed him his Phone.
“What else should I think when the picture is saying it all? You are so cheap despite how classic you try to act.” Shawn said.
“I am not cheap! Don’t call me cheap! There is an explanation for the picture, if only you would let me explain.” She retorted. How dare he call her cheap?
“Feed me with lies, you mean? Because that’s all you do best.” Shawn yelled.
“You know what? I won’t sit here and watch you insult and demean me.” She said and stood up with her plate.
“A whore, a cheap whore, that is what you are. I can’t believe people can’t see that part of you.” He called after her.
She ignored him as she walked out of the kitchen, and casting him one angry glance, she walked upstairs.
She couldn’t believe that he could call her a whore and deny her the opportunity to explain herself. But it scared her the most that someone was stalking her, and bent on dainting her reputation.
She tiredly dropped a message on WhatsApp for her friends before giving in to sleep.
RACHEL’S POV
She watched Shawn drive away before getting into her own car. She smiled all through her drive home. From Shawn’s countenance, she knew he was going to rain down fire and brimstones on that fiance of his.
He got home and after settling in, she took a glass of wine from her bar to celebrate her new feat. She went to her gallery and wanted to look at the pictures again, but was shocked when she couldn’t find them. Not even one!
“No, I must not be seeing well.” She said in disbelief as she kept looking for the pictures. Had she mistakenly deleted them? Never! Those pictures were gold to get and she would never get rid of them.
And then it clicked. Shawn?! He asked for her phone at the bar. Did he delete the pictures?
Her heart beat increased as she dialed his number.
“What the fuck, Shawn? Why did you delete the pictures?” She asked, angrily when he picked up.
“They had no place in your phone.” He replied nonchalantly and it irked her the most.
“You had no right to delete them from my phone! Have you no courtesy, Shawn?” She asked, her anger skyrocketing.
“Good night, Rachel.” He said, and dropped the call on her.
“Hello…? Hello! Shawn?” She said, finding it hard to believe he hinged up on her.
“Fuck!” She yelled and hauled her glass across the wall. The glass shattered and spilled the red wine on the wall.
She stood up and began pacing. Her plan has been fouled. She intended to sell the pictures to bloggers and let them do the publicity for her.
What the hell got into Shawn and led him to delete the pictures? Why does he care anyways?
She immediately dialed Max’s number. Hello picked but she could hear loud music, laughter and moans in the background.
“Dimwitt, Can’t you have some self control?” She yelled at him.
“Yo! A man got to empty his tank. What’s popping?” He said, stressing his words. It was obvious he was drunk.
“You are drunk, bastard!” She cussed, frustrated.
“Yes, I am. Had a couple of shots. But hey, I can still do your dirty, dirty jobs.” He said and belched loudly over the phone.
“Calling you was a mistake. You are wasted.” Rachel said and ended the call.
She was tempted to fire him at that point, but she knew better. Max was like her eyes and ears and she can’t get rid of him just yet.
She tried calling Shawn again but he busied her calls. He was so lucky she was in love with him and that was why she was condoning everything he did.
“Argh…. Shawn, you are lucky. Damn lucky.” She muttered before going to lay on her bed. Her eyes roamed everywhere and finally rested on the part of the wall where the drink spilled.
She made a mental note to call her househelp to come clean up the room the next day. There was no way she was doing that herself.
After battling to fall asleep, she finally did.