Page 77 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
Forehead creased, eyes narrowed, he looks from his phone to me, then back at the screen.
The concern on his face has me heading to him.
I hold out my hand.
"Perhaps this can wait till you are back?" His voice tapers off, but he still doesn't hand it over.
"It can't be that bad," I say, a half smile on my face.
He doesn't reply. And that's enough to make me reach out and take the phone from him.
My heart stutters, before it slams into my chest and begins to thud so hard I hear the blood pumping in my ears.
My fingers tighten on the phone and I stare at the screen.
A YouTube video. It shows a boy approaching a girl. They begin to kiss. Passionate. The angle of the video such that it's clear they are equal participants.
No, no, no, it can't be.
My heart already knows even as my brain is registering and discarding what I see.
The boy steps back. They speak. This time the camera gives a clear view of her face.
It's me.
A much younger me, with a fringe. Hair curling at the end.
I watch her face the screen bare-breasted, her nipples clearly seen on camera. He takes off his T-shirt, steps close. They kiss again. His hand fixes on her breast. The video freezes, and we sit in silence for a few seconds.
"Sienna."
Eric puts his hand on my shoulder but I don't notice. My knees threaten to give out from under me.
Still clutching the phone, I walk to the large arm chairs by the window, sink into one.
Eric follows, sitting down in the other.
"That is you, isn't it?" He asks, voice hesitant.
I cringe, but don't say anything, my eyes still playing the images in my head.
"Fuck."
"Who did this?" He asks.
I force myself to meet his eyes, cheeks flushing at how he'd seen me in the video. No shirt, and in the throes of passion.
No judgment on his face. His eyes are clear. All I see is concern for me.
A breath I'd not been aware of holding rushes out.
I'm biting my nails again, but this time don't stop myself.
"Tom" I reply.
"Natalie's friend?"
I nod. Unable to sit still, I jump to my feet, and begin to pace back and forth.
