Truth Or Dare

twenty nine

"No way he hit you with his car!" Rena's cracking voice yelled through the phone speaker. She recently caught a bad case of strep but managed to sound just as lively as ever.

Soft laughter came from my end at the reminiscence of the memory. Myrrh filled me at being able to talk to Rena again after so many days.

"So hows the hot doctor?" I asked, probing every little detail of my best friends life that I could get.

"Hot. Dreamy. Not you know who." Her voice sounded sad at the reminder of Drake but I knew that she was really feeling for this new guy she had been talking about for months.

But this was Rena, and she felt that she owed her loyalty to Drake after he lost his life protecting her. I understood her situation, but she deserved happiness so much more than the rest of us. After everything all I wanted was to see my best friend smile again.

"Give him a chance, Rena. If you aren't ready to date again then at least quit stringing Dr. Adams on." I spoke softly to my struggling friend hoping that I could get it through to her.

"You're right."

"So you want to give him a chance?" Hope fuelled me that she would soon find a second chance at love.

"No. I'm dropping him."

I frowned. Just as I opened my mouth again another voice sounded on the other line.

"I have to go now. Have a great day you bitch. I love you."

Before I could say anything, the line went dead.

Emptiness filled me again as I looked around the office I sat in.

Nothing. The workers who usually flowed in and out of the office like a school of fish were all in a meeting. My boss was busy in a lunch with his father. Even Sela was occupied working in her small cubicle like office.

With nothing significant to do, my mind wandered off to Aspen like always.

The laptop sitting idle in front of me seemed to have a magnetic pull as my fingers brushed over each key for Aspens full name in the mini search bar.

Clicking enter, I inhaled at all the sightings with models, the many articles about the girl he loves, all of his art, and even his father's business.

Was this too personal? Should I wait until he trusts me enough to know all this? Fuck it, I thought as my hovering hand clicked the link to all his theoretical girlfriends.

The first woman on the list was named Stacey, she was a short Hispanic woman with beautiful eyes. Her waist looked skinny, and skin tone a small bit lighter showing that she spent a lot of time inside. Dark strands of red tinted hair framed her face connecting to the crystal clear glasses which sat on her round nose.

It wasn't difficult to see that she was beautiful. Aspen was lucky.

In the photo, it showed the both of them holding pinkie fingers and laughing as they walked to a restraunt.

On the inside my gut began to churn at the sight as I was filled with the jealousy that I didn't deserve.

This was going to be hard. I thought, as I looked at how long this website seemed to go on.

As I scrolled, the next girl wasn't much of a shock to me but it still hurt.

Serena. Serena fucking Thour.

She stared at me through the screen almost with aversion so strong that I felt it. Thai was just a picture, Delilah.

Her fake blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail with hot ironed curls flowing perfectly around her face.

In this photo, Aspen seemed aloof to her presence which helped the jealousy resolve a tad bit. It seemed to be an old picture in a small restraunt. As my eyes zeroed in on the little description of her, they widened at the newfound information.

Serena Lust has been found with our Bachelor- Kingston numerous times years ago. Serena has been known for her videos scattering all over Instagram and various porn websites. As of lately, there hasn't been a trace of the two together and sources say it may have to do with his billionaire father- A. Kingston and his past relationship. Serena has yet spoken and clearly is still interested in their spark of love.

I choked on my saliva.

Holy sweet child of shit balls what the fuck? Excuse my language.

Weirdly, this was expected from Serena. I fought the urge to Google her as I really didn't want to be more jealous than necessary of the bleach blonde witch.

As I clicked her name, bold steps came from behind me which startled me quickly.

Hot breath dusted over my shoulders sending a rush of heat and disgust around my body as caloused hands reached to tangle their fingers into the light tendrils of hair surrounding my face. I froze, letting whoever was behind me to make themselves known.

"Serena Thour? What in the world would you be doing googling her?" Mr. Lanes voice turned sour as his fist tightened around the single strand of hair he held onto.

I didn't have to see his face to know he was angry. But the reasoning for his anger I was clueless to.

"W-What's the matter, sir?" I asked, squeaking out like a mouse.

I was stronger than this, I knew that. The only thing holding me back was my need for a job. After highschool, I was too busy visiting Rena and worrying about my own mental health to have the desire to go to college. Furthering my education would be pointless when I'd lost my dreams after losing the ones I'd loved.

All my mind was set on was mourning Drake's loss as well as focusing on all the shitty little aspects of my life. After everything, I toughened up. I fought my own demons but it seemed that I still replicated this push over of a woman. I hated it.

"She's an old client. We dated for a bit. Turns out she's dated everyone for a bit." He grimaced, his sour expression easing up a bit.

"Anyways, my meeting is over. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee?" Yet again, he inched closer to the point that the air coming out of his mouth breezed by my neck.

I was tired of his Prince Charming from Shrek looking ass. Despite my annoyance, I nodded my head with a firm smile hoping I could get through today quicker.

With widened eyes and surprise rushing through his features, he moved his hand out to grab my own.

No tingles, no sparks, no warm feeling that had my heart racing. It was weird how feelings worked. Next to me was a man who was safe. He was predictable, handsome, and had a stable income. There was no flaw about him besides his excessive gawking at me.

But as long as Aspen was in the same plane of existence my feelings for anyone else would remain pointless. I would always want to go back to him and the realisation took me 3 years to get to.

Looking down at my small hand next to Mr. Lanes I noticed that his just didn't fit as well as Aspens in mine. It was all wrong.

"I can't go." I pressed out a tight smile as I wracked my brain for excuses but quickly chastised myself for doing so.

Mr. Lane looked at me curiously as if I should elaborate, so I did.

"There's someone I'm in love with. Going out with another man feels wrong. I'm sorry, sir." I spoke with complete honesty.

Before he could respond, I quickly walked back to the elevator.

Pressing the buttons over and over with hope that I wouldn't break the elevator, I sighed out in relief.

I felt free.

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter but who I imagine for Mr. Lane is pictured above. Damn if that guy hit me with a truck then I'd thank him.

Thank you all so much for the amazing support you've shown me lately. It all means so much and I love you all.

Anyways, have a great day/night you lovely bitch.