"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
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***Chapter Playlist***
Russian Roulette - Rihanna Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin Bittersuite - Billie Eilish
Please forgive me for what you're about to read. Or don't, very sexually taboo enter at your own risk.
Killian Andrade Caesar-Su London, UK Same night
Oakley and I finally make it in the flat, and my nerves were so high it took me everything not to just blurt out what I saw. Everyone at that table wanted her head and saying something then would ignite a flame that was destined to start a damn forest fire.
"What was the big rush?" He plops on the couch, patting the seat next to him for me to join him. Joining him, I sit tensely. "So." I start but my fingers are more interesting, so I'm looking down fidgeting.
Kissing his teeth he lifts my chin to look him in the eye, and separates my hands. "Speak." He says, and suddenly it feels a bit easier.
"London is really small," I allude, "And when I went to the restroom, to saw something." He looks at me as he waits for my story to hit, "I...think Nicole is trying to do something bad." Was the best way for me to explain what I witnessed.
