I could make a fortune on all the juicy secrets they were so willingly spilling.
“You know, Tally…” Catherine spoke up, “your father is hot as shit.”
Laughter escaped the girls as I looked at Tally, who sneered in disgust. “That’s nasty.”
“Oh, come on. I know he is your dad, so you will think it’s gross, but he is smoking hot.” Another girl added, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind letting him pound into me.”
The comments kept flying, and as they did, I could see that Tally was getting more irritated by the moment. She loved having people over, but one thing I knew about her was she didn’t like people talking about her dad.
He was off-limits… and everyone accepted that but me.
“Regardless if you think he is hot, girls, he is out of bounds for you,” she sighed. “He isn’t dating anyone.”
“Really?” Catherine adds with confusion in her voice. “Because Tony and I walked back to the boat the first night and got lost looking for our room, and we heard him. He was f*cking the shit out of some girl, and she was screaming his name over and over.”
Shock filled me as my mouth dropped partially open. I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I didn’t recall being that loud, but then again, we weren’t exactly being quiet.
Everyone was supposed to be off the boat!
Oh, f*ck… shit shit shit.
“What are you talking about?” Tally said with anger laced in her tone as she sat up in her seat. “He didn’t bring anyone with him… are you sure it was his room?”
Looking at Catherine, I watched her smile nodding her head. “It literally said Master Suite on the door, Tally. If he didn’t bring anyone there, that means he was f*cking one of your friends.”
I didn’t want them to think it was me, and with quick thoughts, I commented.
“That’s f*cked up.” Their eyes all fell on me as I shook my head. “So much for them being friends.”
“How do we know it wasn’t you?” the darker girl asked as she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked. “You always seem to disappear.”
Tally laughed hysterically as she pointed to me. “You think he would f*ck her?”
“Ouch,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
“Becca, you know what I mean,” she sighed. “Look, girls. He has known Becca since she was sixteen. We have been friends for longer than that. He is DEFINITELY one hundred percent… not f*cking Becca.”
I was surprised to hear her so convinced but relieved. She wouldn’t suspect it was me, and that meant James, and I could continue without worry of her finding out.
“Thank you,” I smiled with satisfaction. “Plus, I’m a real friend… I don’t talk about f*cking my best friends’ father or anyone else in their family. You girls should know how taboo that is.”
My comment, meant to be snarky, seemed to catch their attention quickly as they all commented that, of course, they knew that and were only messing around with their remarks.
It was obvious they didn’t want to lose Tally as a friend, and I had no doubt that was because of the small fortune she had and the even larger one she would recieve when James died one day.
“Plus, girls,” Tally grinned with a mischievous smile, “if my daddy is going to be with anyone, he can only be with my mother. He is the reason they separated, and they need to be together again. She deserves it, after all.”
Conceited. Her entire comment and mind frame were conceited and selfish.
We all knew her mother had cheated on him. That much was made public through the news. Deep down, though, I wondered if there was more, and maybe one day I would find out. For right now, though, I would have to be careful.
I wanted Tally to keep believing I was innocent. So that meant being on her side with everything. “Ain’t that the truth?” I replied to her as she held out her hand to me.
“See, this is why I love you, Becca. You’re the sister I always wanted.”
Her comment caused the other girls to send me envious glares. Obvious daggers waited to stab me in the back if I wasn’t careful.
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Tally.
Hearing what the girls said at the pool about my father pissed me off to no end. Who the hell did they think they were to talk about him like that? I was aware he was hot, after all, I wasn’t stupid. It didn’t mean they had a right to talk about him, though.
After everyone left, I followed Becca back into the house. My mind was still going over what they had told me. My father was seeing someone. One of my friends.
“Becca, do you really think he was sleeping with someone?” I finally asked her, wanting her advice on the topic.
No matter what I did, she was always a constant in my life. She always brought me back from my manic episodes. Even if I didn’t want to admit I was bipolar… I was.
That was a secret even Becca didn’t know.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned to look at me with hesitation. “I mean, it’s possible, Tally. He is a grown man and women like him. Every man has needs, and as long as he isn’t being stupid, then what does it really matter? You know he won’t take those girls seriously.”
Logical Becca. I expected nothing less from her.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I sighed. “But I don’t like that. To have one of them lying to my face. They at least could have asked me, and maybe I would have been okay with it.”
Becca laughed, shaking her head. “No, you wouldn’t have. You would have killed them.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.