"What's the line? I have no intention of hurting her. That's all I can say." Brianna knew that Scott and Lucia had known each other for years, and he cared about her very much. Lucia had planned it, and she had support from her classmates.
The only hope Brianna had was that Scott would trust her.
However, all she saw in Scott's look was hatred and impatience. She didn't want to explain anymore. "If you do think I'm an evil person, then there's no need to go on with this pathetic acting game between us as husband and wife. Please send a divorce letter soon." She said clearly and turned to leave.
"Don't you talk to me like that!" Scott shouted at her, but Brianna ignored him. She quickly hailed a taxi, got in, and gave the driver a random direction.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she recalled how Scott had treated her. Like he has said more than once that I'm just a possession, a replacement to him. Lucia is his precious little sister. How happy he looks when he smiles at her! How genuine and caring he is to her!
The taxi driver saw her tearful face from the mirror, hesitated a bit, then heaved a sigh and asked, "Where are you going? I don't think we can just keep going straight."
Where am I going? Brianna asked herself. I don't even have a home. She didn't know where her mother was, which hospital Angela was staying in or if she had recovered. She went through the contact list on her phone and couldn't find someone that she could turn to. Her friend, Jodie, lived with her uncle Sean and Sean's parents and sister didn't care for her much. I would just cause trouble for Jodie if I went to stay with her.
Brianna heaved a sigh and looked out of the window. Accidently, she dialed Chris's number. As soon as she realized, she quickly hung up. He's too mysterious, and I hardly know him. He's nice to me and has helped me, but the way he treats others surely says that I should stay away from him. Brianna thought.
Soon after she hung up, Chris rang her back. Brianna ignored it and waited till it stopped ringing.
Later, Chris sent a message. "You alright? Has someone upset you?"
"Why do you think I'm upset?" Brianna replied.
"If you were happy, you would not think of calling me, would you? Tell me, who is it?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to bother you. Don't worry. I'm good."
"Not at all. We are friends. Just let me know if there's anything I can help." Chris said casually, yet rather sincerely.
Why is it always him that's there for me when I need help? Brianna thought. She couldn't think of anyone else, and she wanted to talk to someone, so she agreed to meet him. Chris sent her the address of a pub.
When she got out of the taxi, Chris's bodyguards came over to greet her and ushered her into the bar. Just then, her phone rang, and it was Scott. Brianna knitted her brows. It was rare as Scott hardly ever took the initiative to call her. She stared at the screen for a while. Instead of answering, she turned her phone off and put it in her bag.
The pub was probably part of Chris' properties as Brianna noticed how courteously the manager and bartenders greeted Chris. It looked new, and it was very busy.
They sat by the bar. Chris snapped his fingers, and the barman came over to take their order. "Surprise me," Brianna said. She was actually not in the mood of sampling cocktails. She just wanted alcohol to numb her feelings.
Chris got soda water and sat next to her, watching her quietly. A few drinks later, Brianna started to get a bit tipsy and talkative. She talked about how Liam treated her, lied to her, and dumped her, how Scott forced her to accept his help to save her mother, and how and why they got married. She thought Scott had later grown to care about her, that he was different from Liam, however, earlier tonight, she had finally realized that he didn't even trust her as a person, that she was, after all, just a sex toy to him. She laughed at herself, and she sobbed, and she laughed and sobbed.
One thing she didn't dare to admit to herself was that she had grown attached to Scott and that she should have left him much earlier.
She didn't remember for how long she had talked or what she had said. When she woke up the next morning, she glanced around, and as soon as she saw the deco in the room, she knew that she was at Chris' place.
On the bedside table, there was a jar of water and some flower tea ready. She downed a glass to quench her thirst and felt more awake.
She tried to recall what she had said last night and hoped that she didn't embarrass herself. This is the third time I slept in his place! She felt a bit guilty.
Her head was aching but bearable. She rubbed her temples gently and got up to get ready. When she got downstairs, Chris had just come back from his morning jog. He took a quick shower, and they had breakfast together.
The morning sunlight shone through the French window and lit up the whole room with life. The birds were singing in the garden and the colorful flowers dancing in the breeze. It felt peaceful and cozy. It was just the kind of life Brianna dreamed of, to have a little paradise in the city.
She had a closer look at Chris, and though she had seen him a few times, she was still amazed by his charm, by his incredible look and perfect figure. What amazed her the most, though, was the mysterious feel about him.
However, there was also a voice that kept telling her that she should be cautious, that he was nice to her only for a certain purpose, that his kindness and all this peaceful feeling was just an illusion.