Being a Colton.

008.

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THE PAST.

FREDERICK's POV.
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I think Raymond and Mitchelle planned all of this. Irene ran toward the bathroom and started puking.

She suddenly yanked her hair off, my mouth opened in shock. She was still half naked from the waist up. She sank next to the water closet and groaned.

"Pretty boy! Pretty boy! Pretty boy!" she started singing. I shook my head and walked back out of the room, there should be a robe in the walk-in closet. I entered the bathroom back to see that she was now fully naked. I tried not to think about it because she was vulnerable.

Common, let's wear this." she was still standing in the heels. I helped her out on the robe. She looked weak, and one of get lashes was removed. I helped her toward the dressing room.

I pushed her down the chair, removed her lashes, and found tissue. I remembered doing this for Sophia, she wiped her face and helped her wash her face.

"I am drowning! I am drowning!" Irene suddenly screamed. I rolled my eyes and shook her head. She looked up and softly smiled.

"Oh, it's you! Pretty boy! Freddy the pretty boy! Freddy the pretty boy!" she chanted, while I removed her jewelry.

"I'm going to marry you one day! I am going to be Mrs. Colton!" she screamed while I ushered her out of the bathroom. I carried her bridal style and she giggled.

"You are so masculine and strong! Are you going to fuck me now?" Her attitude was so appalling. They came to a club, got drunk, and even though we were not random guys, became vulnerable. I did not want Irene to put herself in such a situation. Mitchelle was no better. She was wasted even from the club.

I pushed her down, and she giggled. I pulled the duvet over her and she groaned.

"My... Mama..." she stuttered, passed out in my bed. I sighed, finally. She was asleep. I stood and walked back into the living, decided to sleep it off.

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IRENE's POV.
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"Are you crazy?!" I heard from... what was happening?! I heard a crash and something. My eyes opened and jt closed back. I groaned in pain and my hand shot up to my head.

"Can you keep it down? Someone is asleep!" I could hear Frederick's voice.

Where was I? Why was Frederick in my room? I wondered, finding it difficult to sit up. I managed to pull the duvet off of me. My body was shaking, and I realized that I was drunk.

I walked toward the door of the unfamiliar room, deciding to explore what was happening. I opened the door and walked out of it.

I suddenly stopped when I realized something. I wondered who it was, where was Mitchelle? Where was Laura? Where was Emma? Why the hell was I in a robe?! I marched into the living room and noticed Frederick and Francis arguing, going back and forth.

"Oh, Irene... you are awake... how are you?" I marched toward him, with a clenched jaw realizing he had taken advantage of him. I fisted my hand, raised it, and slammed into his face.

"What the fuck?!" Francis muttered, bjs eyes widening.

Frederick stumbled, surprised. He held his nose and groaned.

"How could you?!" I screamed at him. "How could you take advantage of me?" I slammed my hand into his shoulder.

"What? What are you talking about?" Frederick groaned out loud.

"Look at me! In a different robe! In your hotel room! What did you do to me?!" I shouted.

"I... don't know what you are talking about." Frederick stuttered, still holding his nose.