Chapter 5
Everett had been doting on me these past few days while I was sick.[]
His phone kept buzzing nonstop, and every time I asked, he gave some flawless excuse about it being work–related.[]
But I knew he was lying–because that user “OrangeIsThe Only Fruit” kept posting updates every day.
Every single one of her posts was whining about how she hadn’t seen Everett in days. []
And of course, she never forgot to throw shade at me, calling me a sick, clingy drama queen faking illness to monopolize her dream guy.[]
I gotta hand it to Everett–he’s got serious talent.
The way he took care of me was so convincing, I almost started believing everything I heard before was just some weird nightmare.[]
That maybe this Everett, the one spoon–feeding me oatmeal in bed, was the real him.[]
“Babe, wake up and have some porridge.“]]
He sat beside me with a warm smile, gently blew on the spoon to cool it, then held it out for me.]
“Come on, you’ve lost weight. Gotta keep that strength up.“]
I took a sip, zoring out a littie.]]
Then his phone buzzed again.]
And this time, I caught a flicker of guilt flash across his face.]]
I gave him an out.
“If you’ve got stuff to take care of, it’s okay. I’ll be fine by myself.“[]
He hesitated, then nodded. []
“I’ll be quick. Try to get some rest, sweetheart.“]
“Okay.”
As soon as he was out the door, I slipped out of bed and stepped out onto the balcony.
And there she was–already waiting at the curb like a goddamn groupie.[]
A few minutes later, Everett walked out.]
She lit up the second she saw him, ran up, and kissed him like she owned him.[]
Everett looked around nervously, but in the end, he got in her car and they drove off together.
Later that night, “OrangeIsTheOnlyFruit” posted again:]
“Back in bed with my man. Heaven.“[]
At 2 or 3 in the morning, another post popped up:[]
“Should I try being brave… just one more time?“]
That’s about when Everett came home.
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I heard the door open and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
He tiptoed to the bed, and then–his lips brushed against mine.
I could smell the unfamiliar perfume clinging to him.]
I fought the urge to gag and rolled a little farther away.
Then came his low, teasing whisper.
“Babe… if you’re still awake, maybe we can… you know, do something else instead?“]
Before I could react, his hand slid under my nightgown.[]
His body pressed against mine, hot, insistent.[]
He always said I was dull and boring, but funny how that didn’t seem to bother him when he wanted to get laid.[]
I held down the revulsion and gently pushed him away.
“Baby… I’m not feeling well. I really don’t want to tonight.“[]
He froze–clearly didn’t expect that.[]
After a second, he let out this long, dramatic sigh.]
“Sweetheart, seriously? Now you’re turning me down too?”
“God… what am I gonna do with you? Guess I’ll just have to keep spoiling you.”
He pulled back and grumbled as he stood up.[]
“You probably forgot to take your meds again, didn’t you?“]
“I knew it. You never take care of yourself. Stay in bed–I’ll go grab them.“[]
I nodded. “Okay.”
As soon as the water in the shower started running, his phone lit up.[]
I picked it up, not even surprised to see a new message from her:[]
“Did I do good today, Daddy? You coming over again tomorrow?“]
I almost laughed.
Thinking back to how fast he left earlier…]
Guess she didn’t exactly blow his mind, huh?
