In the Kitchen

~Daciana~

“Strip.” I heard him say to the lady and my jaw dropped. He was really going to sleep with her.

I felt pain in my chest as I felt my heart shatter to pieces. I felt tears heat up my eyes rapidly, but I shut them, trying to push them back.

I had no reason to cry. He’s not worth my tears. He intentionally did that to me to hurt me, but I wouldn’t let him get to me.

He’s Prince Randall, my stepbrother and he can do whatever the hell he wants to do.

I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. I slumped down my bed and let out a loud huff. Then, I remembered the book I had gotten and I sprang to my feet to get it.

It was the best way to distract myself at the moment. I picked it up and opened it to page 120, where I stopped, and was about to continue reading when I recalled what Riley told me.

I turned the book to the last page, and there I found his phone number.

“There you are,” I uttered in a whisper as I reached for my phone. I dialed the number on my phone and