White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 38

Leela stood rigid by the kitchen sink with her phone tucked between her shoulder blade and neck, the casserole she was about to slip in the oven was forgotten as Kylie's voice filled her ear.

She tried to get her emotions under control but it was far from easy. She was still bombarded by the emotions that gripped her at seeing Lionel and Kylie again and to now have her casually invite her over for brunch was only causing those emotions to intease tenfold.

She was not up for this. The past kept flooding back to her various moments on replay that further paralysed her.

The one memory however that she tried the hardest not to remember came flooding back to her as Kylie's voice on the other line burst through the door she had locked away everything behind and sent everything tumbling at her feet.

She heard her younger self responding to a phone call that started pretty much the same way.

The excitement of Kylie telling her that Lionel was inviting her to their house party in a few hours caused her to stifle an excited yelp as she hops from one foot to the other.

"Are you serious Leo wants me to be there?" she asked stupidly causing Kylie to sigh in exaggeration.

"Of course, why else would I tell you that?"

"Well..." she said her voice trailing off as she knew her friend was never one to play games like these. She would have just said she wanted her to come over and hang out. "It's...just forget it."

"Lee relax, it's going to be fun," she had returned her voice on the other line offering reassurance. "See you in a bit."

When Kylie had rung off after telling her she had another call to make she had stood there thinking if this was a dream. Lionel wanted her to be a part of something he was involved in putting together.

He was never one to be friendly or even courteous to her he treated her with an aloofness that was not condescending or rude but more like someone who you did not have reason to deal with so you just didn't.

From the age of seven when she had first met Kylie and her older brother Lionel, they had both been a fascination to her. They were from a world that was entirely different from hers. They were the children of her parents boss, surely they would not want to have anything to do with her until Kylie had shown her friendship without boundaries and kindness that did not warrant her being made into the rich girl's puppet.

She was happy that her being the mousy chubby unnoticeable girl became the friend of the dark-haired girl with the shiny mane, freckled free creamy skin, long lean frame with not an ounce of chubby in sight.

Kylie had never stopped being her friend even though they spent hours apart in the days to attend different schools and participate in different activities whenever they got together it was magical. They spent hours chatting about the different worlds, they wasted no opportunity to follow the older and more fascinated Lionel around snooping into his treehouse, climbing onto his balcony and peering into his room to see what he was doing.

Lionel at thirteen had already started to fit into his role as a mature and attractive boy. He was the epitome of what dark, tall and send your knees buckling handsome would be. He was Captain of the softball team and had a fascination for everything race cars.

His room had pictures of Lewis Hamilton and Ayrton Senna his favourite race car drivers depicting various milestones and wins throughout their career. On his door was a poster of NASCAR driver Richard Petty "The King" the man of all men in the racing arena. To add to his love and fascination of the sport he had not posters but miniature replicas of cars that made a name for themselves in the racing industry. On a shelf closed away by a tempered glass door was 'James Bond's 007', Kenseth 'Gravedigger', Darrell Waltrip's 'Big Bertha and Rusty Wallace's 'Midnight'.

She had become the enthusiast of Lionel as he was of the famous and gifted racers that he adored in the racing world he so admired. She had fantasised on so many occasions being the sexy racer model that paraded his brand and waved his flag. Like a lovesick fool, she had vision them racing away into the sunset her hair flying in the wind as he drove them into the wonderful world of their love.

At sixteen the fantasies had become less childish but still bloomed on the love that she had buried deep inside her and had to deny because she would never be the girl that Lionel would ever claim as his girlfriend.

Yes, she had blossomed into a surprisingly shapely and attractive young girl but she was still the hired helps daughter, the girl that did not belong into their world even if years of being around them had taught her so much.

Years of wanting more than Lionel's indifference has finally happened. He wanted her at his party. This was not Kylie pulling her along or foisting themselves in her brother's affairs because she could.

She twirled around in excitement and replaced the phone on the cradle rushing to her closet hoping to find something suitable from her meagre assembly of attires that could be worn to impress Lionel and prove to the other girls that she knew would be there that she had class and was just as sophisticated.

She had in the end come up with the dress she had worn to her cousin's graduation. It was of a soft cornflower yellow with a semi flair pleated skirt and a box top that had a sheer off the shoulder mesh that covered the bodice and fall to rest below her shoulder. She just had a few adjustments to make and it would be perfect.

That evening when she left a note for her parents who were out and walk the short distance to her friend's house the skirt of the dress now showed a tantalising display of her thighs and shapely legs. The mesh had been removed and now creamy orbs of her full breasts gave an appealing view from the close-fitting low cut of the bodice of the dress.

She felt totally exhilarated as she even applied make-up the way that Kylie had shown her. Her hair tamed into a slick back low ponytail of wild curls showed the attractiveness of her oval face with its high cheekbones heart shape lips and exciting blue eyes.

She felt alive and totally attractive and yes confident as she walked up to the back gate that leads into the spacious backyard now filled with chatting, dancing and frolicking teenagers. Her eyes scan for Kylie but all she saw were strangers and a few other known children of friends of the Whithers.

Her confidence waned as she saw a few of them turn to look at her which in return had others pausing to stare. She continued on trembling legs her one desire to now find Kylie. In her haste to get away, she bumped into Molly Stephenson who said rudely as she held her drink away so it doesn't spill on her.

"Watch where you're going stupid, this is an $800 Dior crop sweater."

"Like she would know," someone snickered.

She had rushed on trying to ignore the wave of comments and giggles that followed and as she reached the door to slip into the house to get away she bumped into someone who was coming outside.

"Lee you're here."

Her breath had caught in her throat and rendered her speechless. Her mind had formulated something to say but all she did was stand there staring into brown eyes with flecks of gold that pulled her into their mesmerising depths.

"Lee you there? Lee?"

"Awww," she said pulling her mind away from the past and tried to focus on the woman on the other end of the line. "Yes, Kylie."

"What do you say to a Sunday family picnic?" she heard Kylie asked.

"Kylie I don't...," she began to refuse but her refusal died on her lips as a child's voice calling out in the background 'Aunty Ky pancakes are ready' made her change her mind and said instead. "What time should I be there?"

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There is no stopping the inevitable, but will Leela mend a broken heart, rebuild a shattered friendship and forgive the betrayal that robs her of her daughter?

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