⚠️TRIGGER: HARRY VILLERS! MENTIONING OF R*PE!
Alana- Marie Ryle ~
I looked up, hearing the deep, but cocky tone of a man that should not even have the courage to be seen in public. My eyes froze at the shameful blonde mp, that had nothing but the audacity to come over to me.
"Leave me alone..." I uttered, as I stopped my previous actions beforehand, which was looking at my ring
"Ouch...not the greeting I was expecting..." Harry chuckled
"We do not know each other, and whatever you are associated with, I do not want any parts of it..." I made very clear to him. The pit in my stomach, formed with disgust as he still didn't get the hint
"You are right...we do not know each other but your husband and I do..." my disgust grew even more, especially at the new profound information that I had learnt earlier from Iman
I was aware that Alistair and Harry went to Oxford, but if Iman had not told me that Harry and Alistair were affiliated with each other, I would've been very shocked. Not once did Alistair mention Harry as his friend, only ever Hugo and Dimitri (to be honest, he only tolerates Dimitri). At the same time, I would be embarrassed to tell anyone that I was friends with a rapist too.
"He's never mentioned you..." was all I could say to him
"I'd suspect that...he has probably never mentioned Iman either..." he whistled out, causing me to cock my brow at his last statement "...let me buy you a drink..." he tried to change the subject
"I don't want to be spiked thank you..." I raised my hand up in a plea
"Just because two girls had come out with a statement saying that I spiked them, doesn't mean it was true..." he laughed, pulling out a chair to sit next to me. My reflexes immediately pulled myself further away, to a point where stopping at the wall wasn't enough
He has no remorse whatsoever and if he could, he'd do it again.
"That's not something to laugh about- you do know that right?" I craned my neck at him, knowing there was absolutely no point in trying to get through to him because he saw no wrong with what he'd done
"It is when it's not true...both of those broads consented, especially Iman- she wanted me so bad, no wonder she and Alistair didn't work out..." Harry let out. I didn't have anything to say as I wanted to see what next he had to say. "...oh you did not know- that was his ex-girlfriend...everybody wanted her..."
"What do you mean everybody wanted her?..."I asked him, finding myself becoming disgustingly interested "...was she a whore or something..."
"Well...they say girls that look like her are..." I was about to respond to his statement, following to form another question, but my mind quickly found out what he meant
"You racist big!" I spat
"Racist big-" Harry looked at me with a daring look "-but you are married to one..."
"Huh?..." I shuddered
"Wait...so you are meaning to tell me that you have been married to Alistair for four years and you do not know who your husband actually is?..." Harry chuckled, as I began to grow small again "...He is a fucking class act he is..." Harry's laugh grew louder, rocking his head back
"What do you actually want!?" I asked defensively, wanting him to leave as he should've in the first place
Alistair may be an unfaithful bastard, but he is definitely not a racist. I would've sniffed it out of him if he was. I refuse to believe he is one or he wouldn't be so damn down bad over Iman, but that doesn't excuse it if he really is. No Iman would not want him at all, but then she told me that Alistair didn't believe that Harry raped her. Even if he's not a racist, siding with a rapist is bad also.

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