My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING MENTIONING OF R*APE

~ Also there may be typos, but it's been rough so I cannot be asked, but I will go over them again and correct where it needs to be corrected.

Iman Harriott ~

"Girl, what happened to you?..." Mariah gasped in shock as she looked up from a cooing Stella

"Alistair happened..." Dimitri spoke for me

"When I catch him- hold on, I'm gonna find Hugo so he can take Stella, and we'll go and talk"

I felt like my sadness was about to appear again, once I saw Mariah get to Hugo, as she handed Stella to him so lovingly. It was a bond that I yearned for, a bond that I yearned for with Alistair, but instead I'm dealing with situation-ships at my big age.

Now that I think of it, it's so embarrassing. This moment was made for them, and I feel like I've ruined it. Maybe if Alistair had left me alone, I wouldn't have cried half of my makeup up. Or maybe if Dimitri never got out the confession of me admitting that I love Alistair, I would've never cried. Don't get me wrong, trust and believe the waterworks would've turned on the minute I set foot in my house.

"Are you alright?" Dimitri asked me

"Yeah..." I lied. He gave me a look, knowing I was lying, but didn't bother to push it

Mariah had come back, as she took my hand, leading me inside her home. Dimitri had let me know once again that he would not tell Adonis, but he was going to let him know where I was, so he could reassure him that I was safe.

"I'm taking these fucking heels off!" My feet hit the cool marble of the flooring, feeling free at once

"You could've asked me for slippers, you know," Mariah chuckled

"I literally had that conversation with Dimitri, saying I would as well", I rolled my eyes jokingly

We chatted as we walked up the stairs to one of the rooms in a married couple's home, which happened to be one of the spare bedrooms. Before we entered there, Mariah went to grab a bag filled with makeup to take with her.

"I may not have all the right shades, but I see what I can do..." Mariah tried to be helpful, as she placed the makeup bag on a table

"To be honest with you, just take it off, I'll probably start crying again", I half-joked

"Whatever you want to do is fine by me" Mariah took a seat beside me, on the untouched bed "So...for how long?..."

"Huh?" I turned to look at her, confused

"How long have you and Alistair been seeing each other?" Mariah got straight to the point

"Damn, what happened to 'how are you feeling?'" I was taken aback by her question

"I've already been suspecting, I might as well ask the burning question," Mariah stated, as she started to remove my makeup

"I'm gonna sound like some hoe..." My shoulders dropped in shame

"So I'm going to guess it was somewhere between them two weeks-"

"We had sex in my dressing room on the last week", I threw out there

"Dare I say I'm not shocked- you guys were giving each other fuck me eyes on national television..." Mariah added

"If you heard the bullshit he was saying before we even got to that part-" I wanted to shake my head, remembering the foolishness he said "- it was so disrespectful..."