Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Fifty-Two: Amber.

Being taken away from her thoughts, Billie Dean looked at Wilhemina. Now that their emotions had calmed down from everything that had happened, Billie found herself... scared. What if she does think I'm a whore? It was stupid to consider that... and yet, she did. We just had a special moment, why am I even thinking about it? Billie Dean was not one to get scared, but after the rush of emotions she had her mind only now seemed to be assimilating everything. "I'm okay. It's just work."

Venable wasn't sure she believed Billie's words. Did I do something wrong? The question popped in her mind and she nearly bit her lip to stop it from slipping out. Did she find my breasts unattractive? The possibility hadn't crossed her mind... until now. She did call me a Goddess... The elevator was starting to lose its speed as it approached the seventh floor. Hesitantly, Wilhemina nodded. Before the door could open, she leaned to place a kiss on Billie Dean's cheek. "Text me when you're ready for lunch?"

With a nod and a smile, Billie turned to peck Venable on the lips. They let each other go before following inside. At the main office, people still worked quietly. As Wilhemina got settled back into her table, her eyes discreetly tracked Billie Dean until she was out of sight into the hallway. With a sigh, she leaned back on her chair. Certain green eyes watched her, but Venable ignored it.

Entering her office, Billie was met with Jenny quietly typing something on her phone as she sat around the huge table there. "Hi," she said softly, closing her door as she got inside.

"Hey." Letting her phone aside, Jenny smiled up at Billie Dean. "Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere. I texted and called, but you didn't answer."

"I had to go home, I'm sorry." Billie sat down on her chair and set her purse aside, reaching for her phone inside it. Indeed, there were two missed calls and a few texts from Jenny.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm fine." Honey eyes moved back to Jenny. The girl frowned playfully.

"Billie Dean... you had to go home just when Ms. Venable came to see you? And she was not on her desk, either..." Jenny opened a smirk.

Billie felt her cheeks tinting as she realized what was implied there. She chuckled and shook her head. "It was not that."

"Mhm."

"Truly. We just—we had to have a talk." Billie Dean looked away. Jenny kept on staring at her with a puzzled look. She sighed. "About Terry..."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Billie bit her lip. "I told her everything... after you left, she was really weird and I ended up finding out Emma had said a few things to her..."

"About you and Terry?"

Billie Dean nodded. "She was... she was scared, and there was no postponing that talk anymore."

"Did you tell her the whole thing?"

"Yes. Everything. I showed her all the documents and pictures."

Jenny's eyes grew in size. "The pictures too?"

"I wanted to be completely clear with her. She deserves it."

"Are you—are you two okay?"

With her lips tugging up, Billie nodded. "We are. I'm just having a few bad thoughts but they'll go away soon."

"What thoughts?"

Nibbling on her inner cheek, Billie Dean looked away. She took a deep breath as she pondered her answer. What thoughts? Too many. And they didn't even make sense. "Insecurities, I suppose."