My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

I froze.

How did he know?

How could he tell?

Was it that obvious?

I was thinking to myself about what I would tell him. Taken aback by the assumption that was 100% a fact true, I was too stunned to speak.

"...and I'm glad it's just your opinion because it's not true!" I spat out defensively, making my way on stage to my seat

I was trying to find muster and hide my embarrassment. My face would've given it away- I'm afraid my tone might've as well, but I don't need people to know- just not as yet.

"Did I go too far..." Alex caught up with me, with a joker look on his face

"Yeah, saying outlandish shit like that, which is not true can get me in so much trouble"

"With who- the wife...hypothetically"

I glared at Alex "No, my brand, but thank god it's not true..."

I kept on convincing myself that it was not true to myself and by my actions towards Alex, throughout the whole day. I couldn't get excited about what was to come when I saw Alistair or mentioned him in any way. Alistair and I need to be together, without Alana or Adonis in the picture.

Moving on from that conversation, today's filming went well. I was able to speak out fully on the events that happened, without making a mess on stage, like I would've in therapy. However, I didn't go into full details, like the nitty-gritty of it, as I felt like that would've been way too triggering. My make-up would have to be redone instantly. It just shows that I'm nearly there in the healing process though- I've come a long way from not wanting to make light of it, to spread my story to a supportive crowd.

No words have come from Harry, or anything associating him as yet, which I expected, but also not feeling like I'm on the edge, if you know what I mean. I think that could be because I know I'm telling the truth. I'm not panicking about what he might say, but when that day comes, I have to be prepared, because that's when the real fight for justice starts.

It is currently the afternoon, nearly the evening and finally, Amaya was able to straighten the last strands of my hair. I insisted on doing it myself, but I started to regain flashbacks- it's like a fucking arm workout. I envisioned my hair in a middle-part styled bun, but curling the ponytail and using the bobby pins to secure it in place. I wanted to have a little bit of the curly strands sticking out, to give it more of an ethereal look.

I started to laugh a little bit, knowing that my hair would not look like this after tonight. If she is still up, she'll know I had more than a good time.

After I was done with the final touches, I got a message from Alistair that he was here. My heart skipped a beat. I felt like a high schooler getting ready for prom all over again.

I went down the stairs carefully, making sure I didn't trip or do something stupid before I saw him. Like I don't know why I'm so fucking excited. I see him every week, like my intrusive thoughts a kicking me in the ass right now because all I want to do is scream.

I finally made my way out of my home, making sure I told Amaya goodbye and I also let her know if anything happened, I'd come straight home to her with quickness. And I meant it, I will drop everything to ensure her safety because whether or not she's over it, I'm not. That was so traumatic.

The car door opened, and Alistair came out, I couldn't wait but jumped into his arms, to the point that my feet lifted me off the ground.

"Somebody missed me too much..." he chucked into the crook of my neck "...You smell amazing by the way..." he added