𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Thirteen

Isabella

As I made my way home from the warehouse, my mind was in turmoil. The encounter with Ghostface had left me shaken and confused, yet strangely hurt. His touch lingered on my skin, sending shivers down my spine even as I tried to shake off the sensation. Why did I want more? Why did he go?

When I reached my apartment, Emily was waiting for me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Gosh, Isa, I didn't think you were the type to go out and get railed," she teased, her laughter infectious.

I tried to maintain my composure, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I didn't... I went for a run," I stammered, my voice betraying my unease.

Emily raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "A run huh? Hmm.. Your cheeks are red, and your leggings are weirdly on, yeah you've been freshly fucked," she pointed out, her laughter ringing in my ears. More like finger fucked

I felt a surge of panic and frustration. How could I explain what had really happened without revealing the truth about Ghostface? I try to come up with a plausible lie. but Emily's knowing gaze made it clear that she saw right through me.

Her curiosity was insatiable, like a detective on a mission. "Come on, Isa, spill the tea," Emily prodded, with her playful polish accent. "I've seen the way you've been acting lately. Is it because of some guy?"

I hesitated, not wanting to involve her in my messy situation. "It's just..." I replied vaguely, hoping she wouldn't press further.

Emily raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Isa darling, I know you're holding out on me. spill it!" she urged, leaning in with curiosity.

I chuckled nervously, feeling the weight of my secret. "Okay, okay. There's this guy, but it's complicated," I confessed, knowing I had to share some semblance of the truth.

Emily leaned back with a knowing smirk. "Ah, the classic 'it's complicated' excuse. spill the details, honey. I'm all ears," she said, crossing her arms expectantly.

I took a deep breath, deciding to share a watered-down version of the truth. "Well, he's not your typical guy. He's... mysterious and intense," I explained, trying to paint a picture without revealing too much.

Emily grinned, clearly intrigued. "Ooh, sounds juicy! Is he cute?" she asked, leaning in again with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, he's... attractive, in a dangerous sort of way," I admitted, feeling a rush of excitement and fear at the same time.

Emily raised an eyebrow playfully. "Dangerous? Now I'm really curious. spill it, Isa!" she insisted, eager for more details.

I hesitated, knowing I couldn't reveal too much. "Let's just say, he's not your average guy-next-door type," I said cryptically, hoping she wouldn't push for more.

"Bishhh, now I'm intrigued," Emily replied, leaning in closer. "Is he, like, a bad boy or something?"

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Sort of," I admitted cautiously. "He's... complicated. I'm not even sure how to describe him."

Emily's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Complicated? Sounds like my kind of challenge." she said with a playful grin. "Is he the reason you've been so secretive lately?"

I nodded, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders as I shared a bit more. "Yeah, he's been... occupying my thoughts," I admitted, trying to downplay the intensity of my feelings.

Shit I may already have feelings for the sicko

My mind drifts back to high school, where memories are still vivid.

4 years ago

"Hey, look at Emily's tag along, she's hideous," Liam sneered.

"Liam, shut the fuck up," Emily fired back, her voice laced with defiance.

"It's not my fault she's a fucking nerd. I bet if she takes those hideous glasses off, she'll be less ugly and more fuckable," he taunted, his laughter echoing.

"I bet if your dick got any better, it would be more suckable," Emily retorted, cutting him off. The lunchroom erupts in laughter, Liam's face flushing red as his eyes lock onto mine.

He takes a menacing step towards me. "You're so fucking ugly; no man will ever touch or love you. No one will dare waste their time with a hideous bitch like you," he spat out, the entire room joining in, even the lunch ladies.

"Ty pierdolona świnio (you fucking pig)" Emily said in Polish, raising her fist in anger, but I quickly restrained her, murmuring, "It's fine, Em. Let's go.."

Present

Is that why he didn't want to fuck me? Because he thinks I'm ugly?

"Um.. Isa hellooo." Emily said, snapping her fingers. I quickly snap back into reality.

"Sorry I zoned out."

"Um okay back to what I was saying." Emily grinned. "So the mysterious stranger who steals your heart. Who is he? Does he make you happy?" she said, nudging me playfully. I nodded with a smile "if he's making you happy, I'm all for it. Just promise me you'll be careful."

I hate lying to her about this asshole.

"I will, Em. Thanks for always looking out for me," I said, feeling grateful for her understanding.

Emily smiled warmly. "That's what best friends are for, right? Now, spill the juicy details. How did you two meet?" she asked, eager for more gossip.

I chuckled, relieved to lighten the mood. "It's a long story, one that I don't want to tell" I said, not quite ready to delve into the complexities of my situation with Ghostface. Emily's persistence was endearing, but some things were better left unsaid, at least for now.

"Ugh, you're such a twat for keeping all the juicy details to yourself," Emily teased, poking fun at my reluctance to share.

"Em, it's just... complicated," I replied, trying to deflect her curiosity. "There's a lot going on, and I'm still figuring things out. I promise I'll tell you everything when the time is right."

Emily sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll let it go for now. But you owe me a full debrief later," she said, flashing me a mischievous grin.

We moved on to lighter topics, chatting and laughing until it was time to call it a night. As we headed to our respective rooms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Emily's understanding and support, even if she didn't know the whole truth.