"Oh my God, no way", Delilah squealed excitedly. Yup, leave it to my sister to be happy I had sex with a guy that almost raped me. "I can't believe you had sex with the Chase Harrell, do you know how amazing that is?", I didn't even wait to listen to the sentence before cutting her off and speaking what's on my mind.
"The Chase Harrell? What d'you mean? D'you know him? Who is he?"
"Don't tell me you don't know him, he's like the hottest guy on the planet", she saw the serious expression on my face and continues with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Don't you go on Instagram? Read magazines? This guy is on at least thirty ladies pages, he's so dreamy, the magazines call him Play Prince, he's more popular than Kylie Jenner and just so you know, she's got about 15milli followers", she picks her phone from beside her and taps the screen multiple times before shoving it in my face. She had opened his page and he had
"30million followers? Holy fuck", my mouth dropped.
"Yup, that's the man you slept with. I'm so proud of you, sis", she side-hugged me, squealing slightly before grabbing her phone off my hands and staring dreamily. "He's so hot, can I have him, please?", she pushed out her bottom lip, making an attempt at giving me the puppy dog face.
"Why are you asking me? We just had a one-night stand, we're not dating, I don't even have any intentions of meeting him again", unfortunately, fate wasn't on my side as I heard a knock on the door, went to open it and saw Chase standing there, smirking. "Why are you here?", I had gotten home about an hour ago, by 9am, freshened up and slipped into underwear and a short grey robe and I saw no reason why he had to be in my house.
"Oh shit, it's you", Lilah yelled from behind me, rushing up to my side and smiling flirtatiously. "I'm Delilah, her sister", I rolled my eyes and left them to talk, walking back into the kitchen to fix myself some chicken. I had only gone as far as coating the chicken when I heard footsteps. "Want some chicken?", I turned to see Chase standing right behind me, too close.
"Sure", he whispered, lifting his hands to rest on my waist.
"What d'you think you're doing?", I pushed his hands off me, putting the chicken into the deep fryer and turning it on before turning back to him. "We had a one-night stand, fine, but what are you doing in my house? That kinda defeats the whole purpose of the one-night stand", I folded my arms across my chest, making my boobs seem bigger and the cleavage more prominent and the way his eyes landed on them made me drop my hands.
"That's my point exactly. I don't want a one-night stand", he walked over to me, placing his hands on my waist making me roll my eyes. "I wanna be able to hit this whenever I want to", he moved his hands to my ass, squeezing gently.
A loud sarcastic laugh escapes from my throat and I say "and what makes you think I want that or I'll agree to that?", it was his turn to laugh sarcastically as he says "trust me beautiful, you'd definitely agree to my demand when you see this", he dips his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping multiple times before shoving it in my face which happened to be a common occurrence today. I watched a clear video of us having sex play on the phone with my face and his showing really clearly and my jaw dropped.
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm pretty sure people would love to know how a successful female entrepreneur bags her deals, it'll make a great headline but first, I think I'd give my 30mill followers something to fan over rather than my amazing body", he deadpanned. I landed a slap on his left cheek and he just laughed sarcastically, holding both my hands in one of his before hoisting me upon the island with the other. I kneed him in the crotch which resulted in him leaving my hands and I dipped my hands into his pocket quickly, pulling out his phone and throwing it into the deep fryer because I wouldn't be able to delete the video on time. Deep down in the bottom of my stomach, I hoped he hadn't made other copies but his sinister laugh told me otherwise and I suddenly felt the urge to throw up, holding myself up carefully before slowly walking to the bin to throw up. I felt a strong hand run up and down my back but I pushed it away, disgustingly emptying my guts.
"Leave", I whispered and thankfully, he got it and left. I sat on the floor, contemplating whether or not I should call the police. I knew if the police were to be involved, so would the press and it's even worse than him posting the video. The headlines would read:
Play Prince, Chase Harrell blackmails young sexually frustrated female entrepreneur, Amara King after having sex with her and recording a video of it. Censored video down below, Click to watch.
I buried my head in my hands in regrets. Maybe sleeping with him wasn't the right choice after all - not maybe, it definitely wasn't. I should've just created a scene back there in the restaurant and all these problems could've been avoided.
I tried really hard to detest the man who had played me like a pawn and still is trying to manipulate me into giving myself willingly to him but I just couldn't. As much as I hate the idea of blackmail, I didn't hate the person blackmailing me. Either because I wasn't good at hating people sincerely; I don't know how to hate people which is one of the reasons why I don't really socialize with people generally; so they don't take advantage of the fact that I'm unable to hate or beef them or be malicious towards them. Either that or the fact that something in me didn't want to accept the fact that he's a bad person who would blackmail me like that. Either ways, I couldn't hate him or anyone, no matter how much I tried.