A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20
Chapter 17
“Sofia?”
I mumbled immediately I saw her, her red lipstick was bright.
I moved to Tristan’s back but not completely, I stayed where I could see her and at the same time cover myself.
“Hey, Tristy.”
She said like a $eductress, her black slingback heels had gold chains around the ankle, I could smell her perfume from here.
Her burgundy dress was too short but fitted her.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
She took a glance at me before talking.
“Since you dumped me at the altar for a little girl and decided I don’t exist anymore, I came to say Hi.”
I rolled my eyes and stared at her red nails that weirdly stole my attention.
“We were friends before we started dating. I don’t hate you for your stupid decision, I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant anyway. I’m becoming a full-time model next year and I need this body, who has time to nurse a crying baby?”
She made a disgusted face at the end.
“Well, friends check on each other even if the other friend doesn’t care.”
She said and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.
“Thanks for caring but you should’ve called.”
Tristan sounded annoyed.
“Sorry for ruining the moment.”
She added air quotes with her long nails to the ‘moment’
“Anyway, what was that scary thing on your back?”
She crossed her arm with a pose that made her right hip shoot out.
I was about to tell her it was none of her concern but Tristan beat me to it.
“It’s body art, she got it like an hour ago.”
Smooth, how could I forget how good he was at making up lies.
“Well, that’s the ugliest body art I have ever seen in my life.”
She grimaced.
If looks could kill, she’d probably be dead by now cause I was throwing swords at her with my eyes.
“Why are you here Sofia?”
He asked like he knew she was lying.
“To talk.”
She looked serious now.
“In private,” she added looking at me.
“Okay, I will meet you in the living room.”
Tristan faced me looking sorry, he took my hand.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Stay here, I will be right back.”
He gave me a soft smile and came out of the pool.
I blew loud air out of my mouth and wore my bikini and shirt back.
I stayed in the water for a while, I got tired of waiting for him and came out. I drank more wine and dried my body, I squeezed the water out of my hair and dried it more with the towel.
I picked the two wine glass and the remaining wine and left. I didn’t see them in the living room, I looked around but didn’t find them.
I frowned and went to drop what I had in my hands in the kitchen.
I took a steamy shower when I got to my room. I wore my favourite flannel pyjamas shorts and a big sweater that almost covered the pyjama shorts.
I decided to do some school work, I threw everything on the bed and made myself comfortable.
My mind drifted to Tristan and Sofia, where were they? I thought they wanted to have their talk in the living room, were they…..
I shook the thought out of my head, Tristan didn’t like Sofia but I still had a feeling she was here to seduce him.
“Focus.Focus.Focus.”
I hit my forehead with my pen.
I forced myself to finish one chapter, I was about starting the next chapter when someone knocked on my door.
“Cassie? Are you awake?”
There was an unknown flattered sensation through my stomach hearing his voice.
“Yeah.”
I tried to sound normal but I could hear the excitement in my voice.
He opened the door and walked in only in his white sweats that hung low around his waist, his sculpted chest and abdomen snatched my eyes.
“Sorry for taking so long.”
He sat close to where my books laid, his torso was directly in front of me. I bit on my inner lip and tried to distract myself.
“I didn’t see you guys in the living room.”
I said sitting up and keeping a safe distance between me and his solid torso.
“She said she wasn’t comfortable with us inside, so we went to the Garden.”
I nodded a bit relief but I wanted to know what they talked about.
“She came to talk about what happened in the church, she kept crying and blaming you. It took an hour to calm her down.”
He said like he read my mind.
“Drama Queen.”
I scoffed.
“What are you doing?”
“School research.”
“You can do that tomorrow.”
He packed everything and dropped them on my nightstand.
He walked to the other side of the bed and climbed, I folded my legs and faced him.
He rested his back on the headboard propping one leg up.
I didn’t know if it was the alcohol but I was feeling confident right now and I wanted to open up about my horrible exes and who left the hideous scar on my back.
I didn’t trust him but I wanted him to know so he could open up to me too about his PTSD and maybe tell me who Nadia was.
“Wanna hear a story about my horrible exes?”
“Sure. Sounds interesting.”
“Before I begin, don’t judge me. I was a desperate idiot and I did dumb stuff.”
“Then we are even, I won’t judge.”
“I grew up in a family where you are told what kind of clothes you wear, the kind of music you listen to, the kind of movies you watch and we were not allowed to leave the house to hang out with our friends, I hated it but I couldn’t say that to my parents,”
“I wanted more, I wanted to experience more, I wanted to grow up fast and be free.”
I took a glance at him, he was staring at me with keen interest.
“The good thing I guess was that they didn’t put us in a boarding school, my mom once considered it but my dad was against it.
I had popular friends in high school, I envied them so much cause they got to do whatever they want. I always felt left out during some discussions cause I didn’t know what they were talking about, we were rich but we never went on vacations, they were so many places I wanted to see especially Paris.”
I paused and laughed softly with no humour
“It got worse when they started talking about boys and parties, their first kiss and the seniors they were dating, I wanted that.”
I played with the hem of my sweater.
“I heard a senior was throwing a party, so that was my opportunity. I snuck out that night to go for the party, I met Jack who offered me a drink, my first alcohol.”
I chuckled and Tristan smiled.
“He was nice, sweet and all that, he could pass out for an alcoholic. He was the first senior I dated.”
I smiled smoothly.
“But he dumped me for a transfer student. My second boyfriend, Corbyn; was a douchebag he dated me because of a stupid bet which I was lucky to find out,”
“my third boyfriend, Daniel, was a bully, I thought I could change him but it was too much. I ended it because I almost got suspended when I got involve once. My fouth boyfriend….”
I stopped and took a deep breath, this was where it got worse.
“You don’t have to tell me.”
“I’m fine.”
I smiled.
A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 11 – 20
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