Chapter 198: Dark Rom-Com

Holly’s POV

Kayla froze with a wooden spoon in her hand, sauce dripping back into the pot like some dramatic soap opera scene. “Oh no,” she whispered. “No, no, no. I don’t like that look on your face. Don’t you dare tell me…”

“I have to tell you!” I burst out, bouncing on my toes like a kid high on sugar. “It’s too good not to share.”

Kayla groaned, dragging her palm down her face. “God help me. Fine. Spill. But if this involves you, David, and anything resembling handcuffs, I swear I will drive you myself to a psychiatric ward.”

“Excuse you.” I sniffed dramatically, then leaned across the counter like I was about to drop state secrets. “Today… I ruined his little sex date.”

Her spoon clattered into the pot. Sauce splashed onto the stove. “What the…Holly!”

I waved a hand like this was all routine. “Relax. I didn't exactly ruin it. I just… intercepted.”

“Intercepted?” she repeated slowly, like she was translating alien. “Holly!” She cried again, smacking my arm.

“Ouch!” I yelped, rubbing the spot. “You’re hitting me and you haven’t even heard the best part yet.” I winked at her.

She groaned loudly, the sound of a woman already regretting letting me back into her life. “Caden, go play in your room,” she called out.

Tiny giggles and the fast patter of little feet echoed down the hallway as he disappeared, his squeal of joy fading into his room.

Kayla exhaled, grabbed a cup, and handed it to me. “You were saying?” She leaned on the kitchen counter, stirring dinner while eyeing me like I was about to announce a felony.

I took a dramatic sip of the cocoa, then smirked. “So…” I launched into it. The whole story. How I intercepted David’s little rendezvous, slipped money to the brothel manager to get the right room key, and masked up so he wouldn’t recognize me.

“…and obviously, Kay, I gave him the best sex of his entire life. Like, no competition. He was so wrecked, he asked for Candy’s number for ‘home services.’” I paused for effect, grinning as wide as the Cheshire cat. “And the manager gave him my new number…the one I set up specifically for Candy. Now? I’ve got him. He’s mine. Mine, Kay. Candy’s got him hooked already.”

I clapped my hands together, giddy. “He doesn’t even know it’s me! Oh, and did I mention…” I leaned across the counter like a conspirator. “I caught him jerking off in his office earlier.”

I finished it all in one breath, practically bouncing, looking at Kayla with the manic joy of a kid retelling their trip to Disneyland.

Kayla just… blinked. Slowly. Her mouth hanging open.

“Holly…” Her voice was flat. “You’re insane. You’re actually insane.” She shoved a hand through her hair, eyes wide. “You weren’t joking when you said you were going to ruin David’s sex life?! You’re serious?!”

I snorted, unable to stop the laughter bubbling up from my chest. “Obviously! What did you think? That I was bluffing?”

“Hols!” She clutched the counter like it was the only thing holding her upright. “This is not normal. This is…God help me…you really need help.”

That set me off. I clutched my stomach, laughing so hard I nearly choked on the cocoa she handed me earlier.

“Stop, Kay! You’re going to make me pee myself!” I squealed.

She smacked me with her free hand, horrified. “Don’t you dare laugh! I’m serious!”

Finally, catching my breath, I sighed dreamily. “Honestly, Kay? It was my first. And my best. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. I mean…hello? It’s David. I’ve been preparing for this forever. Watching porn, practicing moves when I was alone…”

Her eyes widened like saucers.

“…and the way he was panting, Kay…oh my God…he’s not going to want another pussy but mine. Ever.”

She just stared at me, exhausted, like the last bit of her soul had just packed its bags and walked out the door. Then, very slowly, she muttered, “You need Jesus.”

That made me laugh so hard again, my stomach cramped. I clutched my middle, gasping for breath. “Oh my God, Kay, stop! You’re killing me!”

“You’re killing me!” she shrieked, slapping me with a dish towel. “Do you hear yourself?! This isn’t a Netflix rom-com, Hols. This is…you literally tricked a man into…wait.” Her eyes narrowed. “Hold up. HOLD. UP. Are you telling me this was your first time?”

Kayla shrieked so loudly I nearly dropped my mug. “IT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME?!”

“Keep it down, Kay! It’s not that deep.” I waved her off, sipping casually.

“NOT THAT DEEP?!” she hollered, chasing me around the couch with the spatula. “You just had the wildest first fuck of your life with a man you’re obviously obsessed with…WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE…and you’re in my kitchen giggling like you just won some goddamn award?!”

“Duh!” I shouted back, laughing hysterically as I dodged her towel swings. Then I froze mid-laugh, pressed a hand dramatically to my chest, and sighed. “Oh…scratch that. It was deep, Kay. So fucking deep.”

Her arm stilled mid-air.

I tilted my head back like some love-struck heroine, eyes fluttering shut. “It went in so deep I swear I saw my ancestors clapping from the afterlife. Kay, I transcended.”

Kayla nearly dropped the towel into the pot of whatever she’s making, screeching, “HOLLY!” while I dissolved into another round of unholy giggles.

“You’re crazy!” she yelled as she started chasing me with a spatula.

“You’re boring!” I sang dodging her.

“I’m calling Ava to come take you back!” She said as she settled on the couch.

I froze, hands flying up in mock horror. “If you try that, Kay, I swear I’ll tape you up, lock you in your basement, kidnap Caden, and David will be his new daddy and we’ll live happily ever after!” I broke into giggles at her horrified face.

She shook her head, spatula dangling helplessly. “What am I supposed to do with you, Hols?”

I plopped down beside her on the couch, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Just feed me and prepare hot baths for me, because if my prediction’s right…David’s insatiable, and he will want more of candy.”

She gasped and then tackled me, dragging me across her lap to spank me with the spatula. “You need a psychiatrist!”

Squealing, I wriggled free, sticking my tongue out at her before bolting for my room.

“Dinner’s ready in ten, you obsessed freak!” she yelled after me.

“Love you toooo!” I sang back, slamming the door.

Alone, I let the laughter fade. My body ached everywhere…thighs, breasts, down there…but it was the sweetest ache of my life. I’d done it. Fulfilled the fantasy that had consumed me for years.

I’d done it. Fulfilled one of my biggest dreams which is losing my virginity…to David. And it was…divine!!

I peeled off my clothes, remembering how quickly I’d washed the stained sheets before I left the room, how I slipped out while he dozed in his car, blissfully wrecked.

And then…during the dinner. When I saw him walk in, my body thrummed with the secret knowledge that I had just undone him. Watching him walk in looking completely destroyed. Knowing it was me who did that to him.

It made every nerve in me sing.

In the bathroom, hot water cascaded over me, stinging the sore spots, steam rising around me. I curled up in the tub, hugging my knees, a grin stretching across my face.

“Am I crazy? Yeah,” I whispered to the empty room. But I won’t end up like Chloe. That bitch is delusional. She was chasing a man who obviously loved someone else.

I tilted my head back, closing my eyes.

“David loves me. Only me. He just needs time to see it.”