Page 14 of Deadly Secrets

“I’m sorry, Sienna. I’m being an insensitive bitch. Here I am, talking about my sex life after all you’ve been through in the past few weeks,” she said with a sad smile.

“I don’t mind. It helps distract me from all the noise in my head.” I bit my lower lip. “And not everything has been negative. Recall when I mentioned going out two days ago?”

She gave me a curious look.

“Don’t tell me you started using Bumble, Tinder, or any of those apps, Sienna.”

I glanced at the window and considered how much I wanted to tell her. I knew she wouldn’t judge me.

“I fucked a stranger in a bar. In the restroom, to be more specific.”

“SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.” She let the three dresses she was holding fall to the floor, and with two quick leaps, she landed on my bed, on her knees, facing me as I reclined against the headboard. Her eyes widened, resembling those of an owl. “Sienna, I need you to fucking tell me all the details. I want to know everything. His name, how big his dick was, how many times he made you come, and when you are seeing him again. Was he good?”

I couldn’t hide my laugh. I loved Sarah. She lived for gossip and drama, but she usually had the juicier stories.

“His name is Zayn. I don’t know how old he is—maybe a couple of years older—I don’t know anything about him, and I don’t have his number. We met at a bar and talked for a while, then he followed me to the restroom,” I told her.

“I need more details, Sienna. Keep talking.”

“He fucked me against the wall. It wasn’t a quick fuck, but we couldn’t take our time, you know…we were in a public place. It probably was the best orgasm of my life. He knew what he was doing. And his voice…oh my God, his voice. I could have just come by how he said my name.”

I couldn’t get his voice out of my head, his mouth, the way he touched me.

Do you feel it? Do you feel how your pussy enjoys being destroyed by my cock?

The memory made me shiver.

“I initially regretted not asking him for his number, but he didn’t ask for mine either and left in a hurry…But anyway, I’m leaving for Stanford in less than two weeks, so I guess it worked out for the best.”

“I’m so jealous right now, Sienna. I can’t believe you fucked a stranger in a public restroom.”

“I know. The things one must do to entertain you.”

* * *

Sarah and I spent the following days shopping, exploring the city, and packing my things for Stanford. She also came with me to visit my family’s mausoleum so I could place some flowers in front of my parents’ crypt. My mother loved lilies, so we stopped at a local flower shop to buy a bouquet for her.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

The moving company was scheduled to collect all my boxes in just thirty minutes. We were set to catch a flight to San Francisco in the morning, and Sarah would be staying with me for a couple of days before her return to the UK on Saturday. The idea of her departure weighed heavily on me. It had been so lovely having her around that the prospect of putting thousands of miles between us left me with a heavy heart and a tight feeling in my chest.

“Not even remotely,” I replied, looking at everything on my bed. “Most of my stuff is in the boxes. I’m taking some clothes with me for a few days while I unpack everything, plus the laptop, my phone, chargers, toiletry bag, and makeup…”

“Condoms…”

“Sarah!” I shrieked. “Anyway, I have everything I need, plus my ID. I think I’m all set—not ready, but set. Have you finished packing?”

“I’m almost done. I only need to close this bloody suitcase.” Sarah was currently sitting on top of her suitcase and bouncing her ass up and down. She bought too many clothes during our shopping spree and couldn’t close her luggage.

The company arrived an hour later, and all my things were on their way to California. We spent our last night at Moore Manor gossiping and drinking wine. I can tell she was very excited about studying at Cambridge. She claimed that living at Christ’s College was the fulfillment of her Harry Potter childhood dreams.

“I’m a Dumblewhore who just needs to find the perfect wand,” she joked.

“Are you going to keep seeing James?”

“You know me. I don’t do long distance,” she said with a wink.

“Are you gonna tell him?” I asked.

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