A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

8. I like the jealous you.

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Chapter 8.

I like the jealous you.

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'I am nervous!'

Blackmailer- 'Don't be. Should I come to pick you up?'

I really wanted to type 'Yes please' instead I ended up typing 'Nope, I'm fine.'

Saturday had come all too soon and the ceremony was just in about three hours. My fingers had made it routine to tap my thighs in every fifteen seconds. And I felt fidgety all over my newly bathed skin.

'If you say so.' Colton had sent, instantly followed by - 'Supp?'

I stared at my purple towel clad body and the small amount of rose and peach moisturizing body lotion on my left palm. The towel was really old, I had been using it since eighth grade and had somehow developed a connection to it. I felt like no other towel could ever clean my body as my pretty old purple one did. It basically knew every fraction of my body. And because it was so old and my height had grown since then, it barely reached up to mid thighs, just managing to cover the vital parts. I felt practically naked and suddenly shy as if he could see me. Unconsciously I looked at my closed door and windows and sighed, turning back to his text.

What was I supposed to type? 'Hey I'm moisturizing my naked body, come over.'? No thanks!

'Nothing much, you?' was what I ended up typing, even though I hated when someone replied me with nothing much. Like seriously? Nothing?

Blackmailer-'Breathing *tongue out*, seriously nothing? You're boring.'

The last two words did something to me. Made me want to prove that I wasn't boring. Because there's nothing worse than being called boring. Boring is discernibly not a depiction anyone would want to fit in. I am fracking awesome!

And impulsively my brain shifted gears from smart to dumb and I ended up sending a text that read- 'Actually I just had a great bath and now I'm moisturizing my naked body. It's fun.'

The second it was delivered I regretted my rash action. What was I even thinking? You don't just say such 'come hither' type things to anyone. Yeah he was my boyfriend, but the adjective fake before it changed the whole concept.

The one minute wait for his reply seemed like an hour and the body lotion still lay on my palm, threatening to fall on the bed anytime. I sighed and put it on my leg, might as well moisture since I already told him. The phone vibrated and I dreaded to open the text, scared of his reply. Taking my own sweet time I massaged my left leg and gathering all the courage opened the text.

Blackmailer- 'Whoa, yes that is definitely not boring. Want help? *wink* I have been told that I can be a good masseur. *wink*'

The text was supposed to a flirty pick-up line or something funny. Unfortunately my brain had still not changed gears and the only words my eyes highlighted were –I have been told. Told by who? How many girls had he massaged? Oh yes he's a player, the count would be over fifties.

Again impulsively I typed. 'Oh yeah of course you have been told, I forgot you were a player. I can manage, thank you very much.'

I wanted to scream to frustration and throw something at someone, preferably a chair, with iron bars and bricks at Colton Hastings. Instead I settled for throwing my pillow at the wall.