His Secret Pornstar | Discontinued

Chapter Nine

A day or so passed after the movie night at Bryce's, and by this point I had given up. Blaine hadn't spoken to me since then, no matter how much I texted or called. So after the second day I stopped trying. From the looks of it, he had gotten what he wanted and left.

It really was too good to be true.

I sighed, glancing at my phone yet again as I tied my hair in space buns. Mikey was pulling me out for the night, claiming I needed to be cheered up as he had known of the relationship between Blaine and I. He had been the only one I told so far, granted we had a rather awkward talk about our phone call in the middle of mine and Blaine's night together.

But as I continued to get ready, I couldn't help feeling more and more down. I didn't even want to go out in all honesty. I didn't know what I wanted, and I didn't understand my feelings.

And I obviously don't understand him.

I plopped down on my bed with a depressing huff, looking through the last messages I sent to Blaine.

I wanted to see him — badly. I wanted to be angry at him, but I also just wanted to understand. I hoped with everything that he didn't see me as something to use and leave.

You know what…

I picked up my phone and called Mikey and I fumbled with shoes and sweater, him nearly picking up immediately.

"Oh, I was just about to call you—"

"Can we do a change of plans and stop somewhere first?" I interrupted in a rush as I grabbed my purse and keys to slip my way out the door.

"Uhm…okay where exactly are we stopping?" He asked in a very confused tone.

“I’ll tell you when I get down there. Are you here already?” I looked around out the doors; it was pouring down rain today, the drops puttering loudly and fast. My eyes spotted his white car and he waved towards me. We exchanged short words before I zoomed out the door and nearly jumped in his car to avoid the freezing rain. Luckily he had the heat on.

"So where we goin'?"

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He pulled in front of the large building where guards standing on the inside turned to us.

"I'm staying in the car. Text me when to pull up," he said with a disgusted glance towards the rain and then fixing his hair in the mirror.

I looked up towards the large building in front of us, large letters printing Stonewood Industries lied mockingly on it. But I shook myself off my nervousness — I've been here before, and I feel like he should have the decency to tell me what's going on to my face.

Oh god—I sound obsessed.

I took a deep breath and ran out the car to the awning and watched the guards open the door for me. I pulled my sweater closer and shivered from the cold rain seeping through my clothes. I looked around the lobby area, spotting the elevator on the other side and remembering his instructions.

I pushed the top floor, waiting patiently as it took a few minutes for the numbers to pass by. My anticipation seemed to grow higher with each number, nervous of what he would say or even think of me. Nervous that I'm just coming here to embarrass myself or hear something I don't want to hear.

The elevator made its little ding, and I stepped out, my shoes coming upon the deep red carpet and down the hall which pointed to the CEO's office, except this time the woman I saw last time stood behind the counter of the little desk labeled secretary. I gulped, watching her redden her already dark red lips before she saw me and folded her mirror down with a disgusted uprise of her lip.

I cleared my throat, stepping towards the counter. "I…need to see Blaine."

"And you are?" She cocked her perfectly arched eyebrow towards me, running her long nails through her hair.

"Evelyn Taylor, I just need to see him really quickly—"

"Do you have an appointment?" She raised her voice.

"Well…no but—"

"Then you can't see him. End of story. You have to have an appointment." She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

My anger was starting to tick slowly, "I just need to see him for three seconds—"

She cut me off for the third time, "Nope." She stated rudely and I looked at her with my own disgusted look. What is her problem?!

"Then make me a damn appointment," I grumbled out, and she looked me up and down with another smirk.

"It might take a minute, ma'am." She snickered to herself and then went back to puffering up her lips in the mirror.

Screw this. I walked right past her desk, and a few steps till I reached his office door, completely ignoring this…I don't even know. I ignored her and in my angry state swung the door open to watch his head turn up quickly.

"Bella?" He asked curiously and confused, looking from me to the bitch behind me.

"I can call security Blaine—I mean Mr. Stonewood," I turned to her with an angry look taking over my features but I just chose to ignore the comment that was clearly just trying to make me angry.

And then something just…clicked.

I'm standing here, in this man’s office, fighting with his secretary who is clearly involved with him as well…

I really am stupid. He just took advantage of it.

My eyes met his and I could see the guilt written in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but I could see it. So I just turned around and left.

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“Bella, wait,” I didn't wait, and continued to talk with Mikey while also walking across the lobby as he agreed he would be there in just a moment. I completely ignored his existence and went outside, feeling the cold rush onto my skin and send chills all over my body as my sweater was thin — again to my stupidity. It seemed to be a common theme today.

Mikey’s car pulled up quickly and I could see the cock of his brow as Blaine rushed to grab my arm but I shook him off and walked to the car, not even caring for the rain at this point.

“Eve,” he groaned, grabbing me again and spinning me to face him. I didn’t even look at him.

"Just let me go." I stated, not a lick of emotion held within my voice. I was known to myself for getting too attached, and now I had just embarrassed myself.

I don't know what I had been thinking all this time.

He looked down upon me, eyes shining with guilt alongside regret. His grip finally loosened on my arm, and I slipped out of his grasp and turned on my heel, not even looking back as I got into the car.