I paid a virgin

Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty Three

The clinging one!

When I heard Trench asking me to meet his sister a week ago I felt like I would be rejected when she sees me, I guess I worried for nothing. Tara is actually bubbly and friendly. Okay friendly is actually an insult because the Supermodel felt like she had known me for years and treated me like her best friend or something. She was easy to get along and preferred my company rather than Trench who was left chatting with Rupert.

At one point, Rupert offered as sandwiches but Tara never touch her plate instead indulged her palate on the cupcakes I brought for her. It was now half a dozen and in danger to be eaten overnight. She ate like she didn’t eat for how many days now. Looking at her sexy figure I bet she was watching her diet. That’s models do, eating little and throw up when they thought they look fat. But I couldn’t think Tara was watching her diet at the moment when she was busy eating her seven cupcakes. Seven! I couldn’t see how the cupcakes fits in her stomach and seeing it was still flat amazed me more than ever.

She was a sweet big sister not the ass kicking one Trench told me weeks ago. She was just down to earth period.

The time was passing by and soon enough Tara clapped her hands and told Rupert to mix some drinks, because according to her she was in the mood of drinking despite her boyfriend’s deep frowns, reminding her that they had a photo shoot tomorrow afternoon. “Just a little, Johnny Bravo” she laughed and lounged to bite another of the velvet cupcakes in her hand. I was munching my ham sandwich while I listened to her about all the VS talks.

“I was just featured, it’s not like they will recruit me for more” she mumbled modestly when I asked about her VS career.

 “It’s not what I heard” Trench interrupted, “they signed you for the whole year and gave you your schedule for the entire month. Hey can you buy me something when you visit Japan for your photo shoot?”

“Where on earth did you hear about that young man?” she questioned, eyeing him darkly.

“It doesn’t mean you are older than four years than me Tara I would miss looking for my sister” he mumbled. Tara just eyed him to spill everything he knew. “I hacked your emails and saw that they forward your sch –ouch!” he whined when a shoe landed on his head. Tara moved so fast I only saw a flying shoe toward Trench.

“TRENCH WILLIAM GRAYSTEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO READ MY EMAILS EVER! YOU GOT THAT!” Tara growled, making me jumped beside her. And there it was her ferociousness unveiling in front of me.

Trench rolled his eyes at her.

“Drinks are ready!” Rupert giving us a red looking mix. There were grilled shrimps too so we ate, drink, talk away while sipping our drunks. Damn that gave me a kick and soon enough I nodding off.

Someone must have carrying me because I felt the swaying while my consciousness slipped further. I can hear Tara’s voice “Didn’t know she isn’t a heavy drinker, your girlfriend Trench. Well put her in the guest room and dialed her parent’s number so I can give the excuses necessary to keep you off their record” her voice was amused and I thought she was smiling sweetly again. “You two will sleepover here; don’t like my brother driving under the influence” she chuckled again.

I hit a comfortable bed and I immediately snuggled on it and soon enough I was drifting asleep.

I didn’t wake up because of a light snore near my ear or because someone beside me was in sync with breathing or the fact that the room was suddenly full of light. I woke up because there was an urge in my stomach; the contents suddenly wanted to go up to my mouth. I jumped like a cartoon character and ran inside the bathroom, kneeled in front of the toilet bowl and vomit noisily.