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But the truth is… Bianca is attracted to me.
And soon, it’s going to be Niall’s downfall and…hers.
“My advice,” I speak, staring down at her as I step back, “dump Niall or you’ll die a virgin, kitten.”
Chapter Thirteen
BIANCA
(Present)
Stay away from Justin.
Two days and his roughly growled warning is still haunting me. I’ve never ran as fast as I did that afternoon once he opened the door. The stark possessiveness in his tone frazzled me so much, especially the foreign reaction it caused in my body. It left a wicked throb in my pussy and I fucking hated it.
He’s the last man I should lust after.
No. I don’t desire him.
It’s only because it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Been a while since I’ve been so close to any man, and that’s all this is. A case of horniness.
Maybe I should have a one-night stand. They aren’t messy, are they? I’m sure I can manage to sleep with a guy without going on a few dates first.
Then why not fuck Dash, a tiny voice taunts, and I take a deep breath.
Stop thinking about him.I mentally scold myself.
Besides, I’m mad at him for ordering me to stay away from his best friend as if he has any right. The underlying message is as flashy as his massive ego that if he can’t have me, nobody else can either.
I swear I was so utterly speechless when he accused me of seducing Justin.
And how dare he threaten to call my dad!
That was taking it too far. The only reason that kept me in his office was my job and the slight fear of him going forward with his threat. Knowing him, I knew he wasn’t bluffing.
It was a miracle and also my experience dealing with asshole clients that made me go through with the rest of my meeting. Once I shift into that headspace, hardly anything affects me. The project is actually good and will add a lot of value to my portfolio. The excitement outweighs my annoyance with the man himself.
I survived him once. I’ll do it again.
The loud ringing of my phone pulls me out of my musings as I sit in my home office. When my sister’s name flashes, my mood sours. She had texted me a couple of times but I ignored them, not wanting to talk. Until now, she felt resentment toward me; but now, it’s building in my chest.
I have lunch with my parents tomorrow and I’m dreading it like the plague. Knowing I can’t avoid Arya any longer before she notices, I pick up the call with a calming breath.
“Hey, Arya.”
“Bi-Bianca,” she stutters.
My fingers tighten around my phone when she sniffles, and my senses sharpen. “What happened, Arya? Where are you?” She sobs harder, making me worried, and I demand, “Talk to me, baby. Why are you crying?”
“Aryan br-broke up with me,” she replies, hiccups lacing every syllable.
My chest hurts at the pain in her voice, and I softly ask, “But why? I thought he loved you.”
“He does and that’s why he did it.”
“What do you mean? I don’t get it,” I pry, confused.
“After I talked to you that night, I realized how unfair I was to you.” I sit back in shock, not at all expecting that, and continue listening. “I can’t ask you to sacrifice your happiness for me by asking you to get married when you’re not ready. You deserve to find love whenever it may be.”
