Play Dirty

Chapter Three - Truce?

2 am, the same night

Victoria couldn't sleep. She couldn't believe she let Andrew do this to her. How could she let him do this to her?

While she was lost in her thoughts, or rather in her anger, her phone buzzed. She reached over and picked it up to check the message she had received.

"Did you sleep?"

"Who is this?"

"You don't have the number of your boss?"

"Andrew? The right question is how did you get my number?"

"I am wondering...did you think of me while you masturbated? Do your fingers work better than mine?"

"You pervert!"

"I? A pervert? I am not the one walking around without panties."

"Fuck yourself!"

"Nah, thank you. I already fucked Charlotte."

"You are sick bastard!"

"Someone is unhappy that I didn't finish what I started, ah? We can finish it tomorrow. I know you want it. I know what you want, Victoria."

"You know nothing! That won't happen again, Andrew! I will tell you only once- forget about tonight!"

"I can forget, but can you?"

Victoria didn't answer him. At that moment she was wondering if she hated herself more than she hated him... But then her phone buzzed again.

"You didn't answer. I'll take it that you can't."

"Believe me, I forget the things that don't give me pleasure very easily. Good night!"

She threw her phone furiously against the wall and covered her head with the pillow.

"I hate you, Andrew Smith!"

***

The next morning / 6:30 am

Probably many people were still asleep at that time. Justin was still asleep, too. The first time he heard the doorbell, he tried to ignore it, but the second time it made him get up.

"Damn it! Who could be here so early?"

He put on a T-shirt and went downstairs to open the door.

"Tori?" He was surprised to see Victoria at his front door, but his surprise quickly turned to joy. "Come in."

Victoria walked into Justin'd house and he hugged her tightly.

"What are you doing here so early? Not that I am not happy to see you."

"I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"

Justin took her hand and led her into the living room. She sat down on the couch, and he headed for the coffee machine.

"O-okay... I actually wanted to talk to you about something very important. But I guess you will be first." He took the two cups of coffee and headed to Victoria. "Whom do you hate?"

"Andrew Smith!"

"Oh, nothing new."

"It's new! Now I hate him more!"

"What happened?"

"My father sold our company to him."

"What? Why would Walter do that?"