My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Sorry for any typos, I will come back and edit at some point!

Also trigger warning for as sexual assault and R*pe will be mentioned.

Also smut because why not and it makes sense!

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Iman Harriott ~

Hayley was now making her way to the stand, and so was her bouncy blonde blowout which was making a stand also, not being able to miss how the volumised strands of her hair clumped together witch each heeled stride she took. The attention was drawn to her, like she was the main event- well she was since she was testifying, but you know what I mean.

I thought back on her behaviour in university and I know her younger self would be gassed at the eyes that were straining onto her. Hayley was an attention seeker and I cannot say if she is now as the expression was held with a pursed red lip, but her head was held high. She seemed to be dreading it...well I didn't care, how the hell do you think I feel.

The prosecutor had wasted no time the moment made her way to the her seat "You were present at the party on the night in question?" His voice was thick with confidence in his already known assumption

"Yes" Hayley answered calmly

"You knew nothing both the defendant and Iman Harriott?"

There was a pause and for a second if my eyes weren't on her, I wouldn't have even seen the instant flicker of eye contact she made towards me.

"Yes" she responded

The brunette man nodded his head "Miss Murphy, did you have any form of verbal contact that night before what happened to Miss Harriott"

"No" she said

"Did you have any form of contact with Mr Villers of that night"

Hayley swallowed "I...I did." Her stutter was nothing but the confirmed guilt of what she had done to me

"Can you tell the court what you said to him?" I sat up straight in my chair, my body pushing itself forward like an eager child awaiting their surprise

However this was so much different as there was nothing cheerful and eager about how Hayley had a play in my assault. I knew what she did, but something in me wanted more of a confirmation of what actually went on as she couldn't twist her truth.

I saw her chest rise as nerves displayed all over the put together display that was waiting to unravel by words.

"Harry had approached me that night. He was wondering why I was alone by myself, when I was observing Iman and Alistair for majority of the party but I didn't want to admit that to him truthfully." She started "Harry was talking to me about Iman- he was infatuated with her and just witnessing Iman and Alistair having a fight, resulting in Alistair to be nowhere to be found, I told Harry that information, knowing Iman was drunk and vulnerable"

Small chatter of opinions erupted like mice scattering the train stations at night, looking for food to munch on. The adrenaline that I ran on built on eagerness had stopped, sitting frozen in my chair. I knew this, I knew it all but to hear it in her rawness, how the hell could stand in front of me serval years back and tell me she didn't not have a clue in her fucking bimbo ass mind that she didn't think Harry would take it that far. I knew she was chatting shit then, but she was only ever saving face to not make herself look bad because she knew she fucked up, but was way too embarrassed to admit it fully.

And bear in mind in it was because I had the one thing she wanted which was Alistair or was this deeper than him?

"Miss Murphy, how did you find out what happened to Miss Harriott on that night?" The prosecutor's ton remained neutral, but the question carried weight