The beeping on my phone jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts and the stupid comparison I was making in my head… I reached out and picked it up from the bed stand. It was a text from Claire.
She had been ghosting me for days, and now, out of nowhere, she was ready to talk?
Perfect.
I clicked on the message, expecting some half-hearted apology or an excuse.
Instead, I saw a link.
And a message that sent a strange ripple of unease through me.
Claire: Girl! You never shared this sad news with me! I’m heartbroken!
Sad news?
My pulse stuttered.
What the hell was she talking about?
A strange tightness gripped my chest as I tapped the link. It took me straight to I*******m, the screen loading in a tauntingly slow crawl.
Then-
My heart screeched to a stop.
What-?
My legs carried me faster than my mind could process, my pulse pounding in my ears as 1 burst through Kester’s door.
“What the hell, Kester! You never told me you had picked a date for…” The words died in my throat.
I stopped abruptly when my vision adjusted. The dim light bled into my vision, and suddenly, I wished I hadn’t stormet in so recklessly because what I saw sucked out all the air from my lungs, but it was too late to take it back.
What the hell?
What did I just say about a thrill being what I felt for Kester? Because how else do I explain the sharp, hot twist in my stomach right now? The reason my heart stopped beating for a second and the heat leaking into my bloodstream at the sight before me?
I could barely breathe as the scene unfolded like a sickening dream.
Kester and June.
Why was she straddling his thighs in that manner?
Why were her arms slung around his neck, fingers trailing over his skin like a lover reacquainting herself with something she had every right to claim?
Why was her face so close to his that it was almost painful to look at?
And why the hell was he letting her touch him like that?
That twisting, suffocating heat coiled tighter in my chest, ling me, but I couldn’t couldn’t look away.
Then, the absurdity hit me.
What the hell was I feeling?
Was this jealousy? Did I even have the right to feel this way? I didn’t want him. Hell, I didn’t even like him like that.
Right?
At least, not in that manner.
“I’m sorry, Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I managed to say.
But I did.
I wanted to interrupt. I wanted to shatter whatever stupid moment they were caught in and tear the scene apart.
But instead, I turned on my heel and marched out, slamming the door shut behind me with all the strength I had Teft.KESTER
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She didn’t even let me bask in the moment of my anticipate victory before the ruined it with her tedion
“What are you doing here, June?” I asked calmly, my voice perfect description of disinterest wrapped in civility as I pulled on my shorts and vest, carelessly tossing away the towel from my waist.
Her eyes followed my movements until they stopped at the light swell in my shorts. out… I sighed, not bothering to hide my impatience. “Is there something you need, June?” I asked, pulling her out of whatever stupid fantasy that must be running through her head already.
“L. Uh.” She swallowed, forcing out a breathless laugh. “just thought I should drop by. She replied, wiping her palm on her straight, red gown that stopped just slightly above her knees.
I leaned against the table, exhaling slowly. “You can’t keep dropping by so frequently, June. I don’t have all the time in the world for leisure.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, flashing a nervous smile. “It’s just… with all the preparations and everything, it’s been overwhelming I could use your help, too!
Her designer bag landed on my bed with a feeling of entitlement.
I scoffed, sitting on the chair beside the table.
“Tell me, June” I placed a finger to my temple, “What’s your father’s plan for me?”
“My father?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.
I arched a brow, “Yes, June. Your father.” I rested my elbow on the table, tapping my temple with a lazy finger. What’s his plan for me?”
She hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “You know the plan, Kester.”
“I want to hear it from you.”
A flicker of frustration crossed her face before she sighed. “He wants the engagement to be official first. Then he’ll start pulling strings for your company.
I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. “How generous of him.
“Kester-
“No.” I cut her off, sitting back in my chair. “That doesn’t work for me.”
She blinked. “What?”
Ilaced my fingers together, watching her with the same disinterest I reserved for pointless negotiations. “Your father’s influence should already be working in my favor, June. Not waiting for some arbitrary engagement date. If you truly value this arrangement, you should be showing it how.”
Her lips parted slightly like she wanted to protest but wasn’t sure how
“I don’t like being tested. And that’s what your father is doing. Testing me to see if I’d be loyal to the arrangement, “I continued, “And his conditions? They displease me.
June inhaled sharply. “And what would please you?”
A slow smirk curled my lips. “Your father making himself useful immediately.”
For a second, I thought she would argue. I thought she would dig in her heels and tell me I was being unreasonable. But instead, she stepped forward, closer than necessary.
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