Page 2 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
Aria’s lips separated before coming together again, as she hung her head in shame. So, that was why she wanted to stop me before I came in here. She didn’t want me to find out the truth, a truth that I should have been clued in on long before this moment.
Aria may have been introduced to me through Cali and may have known her longer, but I thought we were closer than that.
I thought everyone here was better than that.
It’s clear that I thought wrong.
I focused my gaze back on Cali. “You were always one hell of a liar, but I never thought that you would lie to me.” I laughed, but it was humorless, looking at Justin. “And you… I thought what we had was real. I should have known better.”
He jumped up, trying to put his pants on. “What we have is real, Kandis. I love you.”
My hands formed fists at my side. “Don’t you darefucking say that to me when I just caught you in bed with my best friend.”
“Well, honey, if you hadn’t been a prude…” Cali started before cutting off when I narrowed my eyes at her.
“At least I don’t open my legs for every guy who winks at me. What was it they called you? Slutty Cat?” I referenced to her freshman year of college when she’d done more than her fair share of sleeping around with guys, so much so that they’d come up with a nickname for her.
How many times did I console her while she cried on my shoulders, begging me not to look at her any differently when all she wanted was to be loved?
In reality, she was a slut back then and is still a slut now.
Cali threw the blanket off of herself and started picking her clothes up from the ground. “Well, you know what, at least I can please a man.”
“Shut up, Cali,” Justin snapped and took a step towards me. “Kandis, you have to believe me when I say she meant nothing to me…”
“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Cali interrupted and had the guts to look as if his words hurt her. As if he weren’t my boyfriend!
Or rather, ex-boyfriend would be the better term.
“Get the fuck out! Both of you!”
“She’s lying,” Justin growled. “Kandis, please…”
I give up.I threw my arms up. “You know what, I’m not really in the partying mood anymore, nor do I want to spend a second longer with any of you than I have to. Y’all stay. I’ll go.”
I started to walk out before I stopped and gave all of them a look. “And just in case it’s not clear, I’m finished with all of you.” I sent a pointed look at Aria and walked away, my legs moving quickly so none of them could stop me.
My hands reached into my pocket for my keys, and I dug them out, throwing the door open and being hit with thebrisk breeze that autumn has to offer.
My heart was pounding so hard that I was afraid it was going to jump out of my chest. I unlocked my door and slid inside, just as the door opened up again. Justin was standing in the doorway.
I pushed my key into the ignition, and my engine roared to life. Justin found my car and locked eyes with me. I put my seatbelt on as he was walking towards me.
The tears started to flow down my cheeks, but I flipped him off and put the car into drive before surging down the road, not even giving him a final glimpse in my rearview mirror.
Unsurprisingly, my phone started to go off.Once. Twice. Three times. Five times. Nine times.I picked it up and saw an array of calls, mainly from Justin with a few from Aria. None from Cali. What a best friend she was. At least those two had the decency to at least act like they felt bad.
I blocked both of them, careful not to hit anything in the road, before scrolling through my phone.I felt so angry and upset like I wanted to cry, scream, and throw up all at once. How could the people who say they love me do something like this?
With no other options, I decided to call my mom. Justin and I lived together, and all of my stuff’s at the apartment. I’ll have to go back one day, but I refused for that day to be today. I needed to get a grip and make sure that they don’t think they hurt me.
Without any other good friends in the city, Mom’s my last lifeline even if she’d never proved that she could be there for me before.
“Come on, Mom, pick up,” I urged through the phone, as it rang a couple times. Her voicemail came up, and I groaned before trying again.Another voicemail message.
I threw my phone onto the passenger seat, gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles were starting to turn white.
She was never going to answer that phone. I needed to be real with myself. She was probably passed out in an alleysomewhere, with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
