Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

"Hush now baby. I'm here" He's so sweet. He continues rubbing my back until I calm myself. I move a little away from him and wipe my tears away using the back of my hand.

"Are you feeling much better now?" he cupped my face and wiped my cheeks using his thumb instead. I just nod at him avoiding eye contact.

"What happened?" he fixed my hair by brushing it using his fingers.

"I don't want to go out. I am ashamed of myself." I am on the verge of crying again. My tears are slowly going down my cheeks. I'm such a crybaby. I hate myself for that even more.

"Why? Is it because of what mom and dad saw earlier?" he continuously wipes my tears. He was trying so hard to stop me from crying.

"They are my friends you know. Two of my very few precious friends. They love me and treated me like their own daughter and now they saw us sleeping on the same bed and you are even cuddling me. What are they going to think about me now? A whore? A prostitute? I don't like that. I disappoint them" I am clinging to the hem of his shirt like a child asking him to do something about it. A remedy for what seems like a foregoing heartache.

"Whore? You? The hell Heaven no one thinks about you like that" I shake my head. He cupped my cheek and look at me straight in the eye.

"Everyone thinks of me like that" I said with a sob

"Who are the fuckers who told you that? " he's asking calmly and that's unusual.

"Schoolmates" I answered in a whisper. He let go of me and put his hands on his waist looking appalled with what he has heard. He closes his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Fucking Fuckers. Why did they calling you that?" my eyes is blurry so I can't clearly see the expression his face is holding right now. His voice is calm though I hope he really is.

"They saw me getting out in your luxurious car and they can't believe it. They are thinking that I am grooming an old rich man and I'm trying to get his wealth by giving myself and things like that."

I am looking at him waiting for his reaction and when he opened his eyes, I see how dark it becomes. He's enraged and this expression is something I do not see yet. He's face holds no emotions at all, his eyes are narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. I can't even look at it for a long time. I don't know what he is thinking.

"Why did you let them call you that?" his calm voice was now gone and replaced by a raging one. All of a sudden, his eyebrows curled against each other and his eyes widened with grief, a sign that his fury sprang to life.

He is someone to be afraid now. I want to go hug him to calm him or try to take back what I said but he looks so dangerous.

"I chose to let it pass because I don't want to get myself in much more trouble" I explained with shaking voice.

"I want their names" he demanded and I immediately shake my head. Oh my gosh

"No. Please let it pass" I quickly respond. He cupped my face again and look at me straight in the eye.

"You are not a whore, okay? You are far from that. You are my girlfriend. Fuck those brats for calling you that. I will make them take that back." he is seething.

All I can do is say yes and nod.

"Calm down" I whispered. He kissed my forehead and hugged me so tight.

"I am calm" he protested and I want to disagree but it's not the right time to argue.

"Mom and Dad is waiting. You don't need to worry about them Babe. They are surprised but they are not mad and they do not see you as a bad girl. They will never look at you that way because just like what you have said they know you better than anyone else."

I sighed and try to calm myself.

" I don't know how to face them" I honestly admit. I'm freaking out because who wouldn't right? Meeting the parents is nerve-racking. I know they like me as Heaven but being the girlfriend of their son is a different thing.

"Be normal. Just be who you are." he casually said like my problem is not a dilemma at all.

It's easy said than done.

I hope I was like him, so bold and do not fear anything.

"Come on, change your clothes and fixed yourself. I will go downstair and cooked breakfast for us. I'll wait for you." He let me go and give me an assuring smile. He started walking away but take a look at me again before he goes out the door.

"They love you and that's not gonna change, okay?" he reminded me again and it really make me feel better. He always makes me feel extra special.

"Yes, they love me" I whispered to myself. I watch him go out and when I was left alone, I hurriedly go to the walk-in closet to find nice clothes.

"What should I wear? A dress? A pants? ughhhh" I was crazily talking to myself frustratedly while messily going through my clothes. I never get so frustrated about what clothes to wear and this day is an exception.

After rummaging my closet, I decided to be natural. I will wear what I usually wear.