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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 ALLISON

"What? Give me that!"

Allison snatched the phone away and scrolled down the gossip article and  flinched at to whom had written it.

Blake Huntington Returns to NYC with a vengeance, read the scoop below!

Not two days of his return hotshot eye candy Blake Huntington, son of the mega tycoon of Huntington Enterprises, Robert Huntington and ex model Vanessa Huntington was seen very cozy and all lovey-dovey with mysterious brunette  gal.

Much hearts will broken at this news, mine included, But the question is, who is she?

The curly haired gurl that has Blake under her foot?

Is she Georgina Leon? Super rich daughter of out of the map Couture magazine editor  Maria Leon?

I don't know yet but I'll keep you guys informed!

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Two uncomfortably compromising  photos of them amidst a heated kissing session were linked bellow. Allison's face was covered by some heavenly miracle.

But her curls and dress were obviously the same, That was why Jessica knew it was her.

"I thought you guys were going to be discreet about the whole affair, but now that I am seeing the clear evidence of your exchange of saliva outs all in respective."

Jessica had her displeasure evident purse of lips and her hands on her hips.

Allison was picking at her cuticles, racking her brain for an reliable explanation. But she found none. She was behaving badly. Irresponsibly even.

"I don't know what's going on with me, but whenever I'm with Blake all of my reason vanishes. Nothing makes sense. I swear we'll be more careful. No more public displays of affection."

Jessica narrowed her eyes at Allison,  doubting her words.

"I just don't want you to get hurt. You were broken when he left. Promise me you will be careful."

Allison out her hand on her chest, as if saluting the flag and swore she would be careful.

They hugged each other.

"Is he a good kisser? Or too sloppy? He looked like he wanted to eat you!" Jessica teased her. Allison tugged at her hair. "Ouch! That hurt bitch!"

Allison giggled, her face hidden in Jess' shoulder.

"He knows how to kiss. By the way, why is your lipstick all smudged? And why does Bastian's hair looked all ruffled and his lips too pinkish. I wonder if he uses make up?"

Jessica hushed her, her face one of horror.

"Okay, yes. We were having a date. But I was just leaving, I don't want him to drive me home, he is a terrible driver."

Bastian appeared in sight, his brow raised high on his forehead. "Hey, I heard that. And I'm not a terrible driver, the bumpy streets and distracted pedestrians are the ones to blame."

Allison guffawed at her brother's words. Bastian's ego deflated when Jessica joined her in the hysterical fit.

"If I am that of a terrible then I won't ever driving you to school or diner, to any of you," he emphasized the words any, clearly referring more to Allison than to Jessica.