Her Secret | The Affair (Book 1)

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my very annoying alarm clock. I hate mornings. Well, I do now that I don't have anything to look forward to outside of my room. The blinds in my room automatically opened, revealing the sunlight to my crusty face. I aggressively rubbed my eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. I got up and walked to my bathroom, turning on the light and starting the bath water. Yes, I am an 18-year-old that takes baths every morning. As the bath water runs I apply a face mask, then brush my teeth.

After my 20 minute bath, I rinse the mask off my face. I stand there looking at myself in the mirror, naked. My black wavy hair sits just above my shoulders. My dark brown eyes balance with my light brown skin. I force myself to smile so I can look at my high cheekbones, but that doesn't last for long as my face quickly drops to a straight face. I'm glad I have clear skin. Probably my favorite thing about myself. My breasts aren't that big. I'm skinny, well lean. I'm healthy. Well, now I am. I've been eating again. Getting some sun. My scars are healing on my thighs. That's good. I should be able to wear shorts again soon. I'm short too, sitting at a measly five foot and two inches. Luckily my intimidating mug keeps people from talking to me or bugging me about my height.

I'm dreading going back to school today. After my parents died, my life went on pause and mute. So many of their friends tried visiting me and offering to take care of me but I continuously declined. I wouldn't be surprised if they still put money together on the side somewhere for me. It's not like I needed their money anyways. My mom and dad left me everything in the will. Everything. Including the nanny and driver. I sold the house and moved into a penthouse. I couldn't stand staying in a house that my parents weren't in anymore. The penthouse has three bedrooms, four baths, and two floors. My nanny lives with me and on occasion, if it gets too late whenever my driver brings me home, he has a room for himself as well.

I walk back into my room to see it's now 6:45 am. I guess I'll get dressed for school now. Right, I'm going to a public school again. My therapist thought it would be good for me to be around people my age and not cooped up in the house being homeschooled. Great.

I decide to wear a black and olive green, off-the-shoulder sweater with leggings and black knee-high boots. I go back to the bathroom to do my makeup, but I don't overdo it. A small winged eyeliner and some mascara will be enough. I don't want to be the center of attention anyways. I'm hoping I don't get that many stares today.

I go downstairs to find that my nanny already had breakfast hot and ready for me. She made my favorite strawberry pancakes, bacon, cinnamon rolls, eggs, and sausage links. What? A girl can eat. As I shove a piece of bacon in my mouth I greet my nanny, "Good morning Sylvie. How'd you sleep?"

"Good morning sweetie. I slept good, thanks for asking. And yourself?"

"I slept well. I just went to bed a little late so I don't feel like I slept long enough," I pouted and hoped she would sympathize with me enough to let me stay home. She's not my guardian or anything but she's definitely like a big sister to me, so I respect her as someone that does take care of me. I've known her my whole life after all.

"Well I guess you'll have to go to bed earlier tonight then," she giggled. "Come on girl. You have 15 minutes to eat and head downstairs so Benji can take you to school."

"Ughhh. Fine." I dragged my feet across the floor and made my plate.

7:30 am

I hate New York traffic. Where does it even start? Construction or slow drivers? Most likely both. A long, annoying 25 minutes later, I was finally in front of my school. "Thank you, Benji, I'll see you after school."

"You're welcome, dear. Have a good first day."

"As if that'll happen," I mumbled to myself as I closed the car door. Literally, as soon as I take my first steps in the school, at least 15 people are staring at me and whispering. Wonderful. I'm already 'popular'. I try to ignore the stares as I roam the halls, looking for my locker. Locker 281 comes into sight as I near the end of the second floor. There are two other lockers by mine, but I don't meet their owners. I guess I'm a little late. The first bell rings. So I really am late. I swear this morning couldn't get better. I'm not going to get used to this. Luckily my classroom is only a few feet from my locker. I walk in the room and am met with 40 piercing eyes. The teacher was about to say something to me as I was walking to the back of the class but she quickly recognized who I was once I sat down. She immediately started the lesson.

"Isn't that the girl whose parents died on that cruise ship last year?"

"Yeah, that's her. She's filthy rich now."

"I thought they were already rich?"

"Well yeah, but they left her everything so now all that money is hers. I wonder why she's here."

"Right. If that was me, I would just buy my degree and travel the world."

The ignorant girls in front of me finished their conversation with giggles. To think, my therapist really thought this was the environment I needed to be in. Five minutes later, a tall light skinned guy walked in the room. Good, he took the attention away from me being late and having the notorious dead parents. After scoping out the girls that were checking him out, he made eye contact with me. His crystal blue eyes were like a trap that I couldn't escape. Lucky for me, my amazement of his beauty didn't show on my face since I've mastered this emotionless demeanor. He smirked at me, continuing his walk until he got to the back of the room and sat next to me. Not two seats down. Right. Next. To. Me. Something about him was throwing me off. He seemed very familiar to me, but I couldn't figure out from where.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe Avery has this class with us."

"I know right! You know Kimora Lee is his mom right?"

"Of course she is! She is absolutely breathtaking so it's no wonder someone like him came out of her."

These annoying clowns just gave me the answer I was looking for. I knew I recognized him from somewhere. He was the guy at the party. Standing next to my dad. He knew who I was when he walked in the room and that's why he came back here to sit next to me. If he thinks he's going to be able to get in cool with me to get to my millions, he's got another thing coming. Just another guy to add to my block list.

Avery's POV

She's so beautiful. I can't stop looking at her. The way her skin naturally glows, her sexy brown eyes, and the fact that she didn't gawk at me when I walked in the room like these other groupies. I don't think she knows who my mom is. This is perfect. I get to talk to someone that'll get to know me for me and hopefully become my girl. She might be the one.

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