Chapter Nineteen
"He is so hot. I never thought I'd see him again after he gave me the best fuck of my life," said the one in a pink dress.
"Yeah, he's hot and big. We had sex twice. The second time he gave us a twosome. It was amaaazing," the other drawled in her nasal tone.
"I'll approach him tonight for a repeat. He's become my wet dream, girl. I've got to get him tonight, " the girl dressed in pink spoke with a giggle.
"Why don't we do a twosome with him tonight?" Suggested her friend.
Angela's eyes went wide with horror. Her throat choked with pain at their words. Although she knew Damian was sexually active in her absence, she had never expected it to be this extreme. A twosome? Really? She felt nauseated at the thought.
"Oh, there he is. Let's ask him," said the one in a pink dress. Before Angela could reach Damian, they were all over him, taking him by surprise.
The one in the pink dress, jumped onto him, and crushed him to her chest. Angela just gaped at them. The one in the black dress too clutched at him. She even touched his crotch with a bitchy grin. Damian looked at Angela with discomfort as he tried to break free.
Angela gritted her teeth and angrily strode towards them. She yanked the one with the pink dress away from Damian. "Just stay away. He's not interested, " said Angela.
The girl in the pink dress scowled at her, with a vicious expression on her face,"How dare you, bitch? Who the hell are you to dictate me?" She gritted out, her fists clenched tightly.
"I'm his girlfriend. Stay away," said Angela as Damian stood like statue, gazing at her.
The one in the black dress checked her out like dirt, "Caitlyn, let's teach this bitch a lesson," she said.
"Yes Eve, So you're Damian's girlfriend, huh? Do you think he'll ever look at you? You look like some old hag of yester years. How boring! He likes hot girls like us to fuck. We know how to please him. You don't have enough fire in you to please Damian. Go fuck yourself bitch," said Caitlyn with pure hatred in her eyes. Angela's body trembled with the insult.
"How dare you speak to me like that? You both are the same. All you can do is fuck," Angela retorted.
"We will finish you bitch. What are you? If you're so good why does your so called boyfriend find us to meet his needs?" Asked Eve, coming closer and pushing Angela.
"He has left everything ever since I came into his life," said Angela, proudly.
"Oh really, bitch. You want proof that he hasn't?" Asked Caitlyn.
Angela's face paled. "He has. Get lost you sluts," she screamed.
Caitlyn came forward,"What did you call us?" She gritted out and slapped Angela hard across her face.
Angela's head reeled at the intensity of the slap. She was about to hit back when Damian caught her hands.
"Let go, Angela." He said furiously. Caitlyn and Eve smirked at her.
"See, what you are to him? Dirt, " said Caitlyn with a smug winning smile.
"Come over to my apartment for a twosome tonight, Damian," she said over her shoulder and left. Eve too spit at Angela and left.
Angela felt tears prick at her eyes. She extricated her hands from Damian's grip and just ran out of the door. Damian shouted after her, following her, to talk to her but she didn't hear a word he spoke. She was insulted, hurt and Damian hadn't once spoke up for her. It seemed that he was more interested in those sluts. He didn't stop them from slapping her but instead stopped her from protecting her own honour. The sluts invited him to a sex session and he didn't once tell them that he wasn't interested. Was he really not interested? Maybe he wanted to go. Maybe he hadn't left it at all.
Tears streamed down her face as she walked home. A car stopped in front of her. The window rolled down and Freddie's face came into her view.
"I can drop you Angela. Please get into the car. It's about to rain," he said, in a solemn voice. Did he watch the entire episode? She didn't want to discuss it with anyone.
"No thanks. I can walk," she said, trying to walk away.
"I insist Angela. Please I'd be honoured to drop you. I've seen and heard everything. I won't ask a single question. Promise, " he said earnestly.
Sighing, Angela got into his car. She couldn't walk so much in the delicate sandals that she was wearing. Her feet were already aching. She sobbed quietly. Freddie didn't say a single word like a true gentleman and she was glad.
He stopped in front of her home. "If you were mine, I would have protected you with my life," he stated quietly.
"It can never happen Freddie. Stop hoping," she told him. Why didn't he take the hint?
"I'm in love with you Angela. I've always been since we were in school. There's no one else for me. I want to marry you. How can I not hope?" He said softly.
Angela sighed. More tears fell from her eyes at his confession. "I can't love anyone else Freddie," she confessed.
"Why? He doesn't deserve you. I can live without your love. My love will melt you one day. Please be mine," he insisted.
"I can't Freddie. I'm a human being. I can't switch my feelings from one person to another. I can only offer you my friendship," she said, trying her open the locked car door.
"How can you still love him after what he did to you?" Asked Freddie incredulously.
"I don't love anyone. Just leave me in peace," Angela told him, irritated by his stubbornness.
"Ok, I'll be only friends with you. Happy?" Said Freddie and Angela nodded.
"Can I come down as a friend then to see you?" He asked expectantly.
"Yes," said Angela softly.
"Thank you Angela. It means the world to me," Freddie said. The rain started pouring outside the car.
"You'll get drenched if I you step out now. Wait a minute for the rain to stop," suggested Freddie.
"I'll rush inside. Don't worry, " she assured him. Freddie sighed.
"Ok, take care," he said and Angela nodded. He opened the door lock and she left.
The rain started pouring in more heavily than before and completely drenched her. She felt the water wash away her tears, hiding her grief. She went up to her house. Thankfully the main door was unlocked and she heard Alex in the garage. She rushed into her house and ran up to her room before anyone could see her. Tears streamed like a waterfall down her cheeks. Her heart was breaking and she had no control over her tears.
She had never felt so humiliated in all her life. Her phone, which she had clutched in her hands, flashed with an incoming call. It was from Damian. She let it ring in silence. She had no wish to listen to his lies anymore. He was welcome to spend the rest of his life with his whores. She couldn't trust him anymore. If he really had loved her, he would have taught those whores a lesson. But he didn't. It just proved what she was in his life. Dirt.
More tears fell from her eyes. She didn't know when it had grown dark. The soaking wet dress had dried on her body as she sat slumped on the floor of her room, with her head between her knees. There were many calls on her mobile from Damian, Steffi and one from Harry too. She had no wish to speak to anyone. Her life had lost it's meaning. She couldn't believe that Damian could do this to her. The tears dried up and she slowly got up to change. Wearing her pajamas, she went to bed.
She couldn't control the continuous shivering that suddenly possessed her whole body. Covering herself with a duvet, she felt a terrible headache coming on. She wanted to get up and take some medicine but she couldn't. Her body wasn't responding and she lost consciousness.
When she hadn't appeared till dinnertime, her family started worrying. They called Steffi and found that she had left the party long back. Checking her bedroom, Adam found her unconscious on her bed. They summoned the doctor as soon as possible.
Angela had caught flu due to getting wet in the rain. The doctor revived her and prescribed her medicines. She would need plenty of rest and care. The doctor left and her dad fed her a little soup and gave her medicines to reduce her temperature.
Steffi came to her house to enquire after her but couldn't talk to Angela since she was fast asleep. She left after ten minutes. Damian called Angela many times but the calls went unanswered. Angela was lost in her deliriously feverish world, mumbling and sobbing in her sleep.