Chapter 34

Chapter 34
Okay, this is generally when Harvey pulls the blanket away from me, which wakes me up. So why didn't he do it now? Because this couldn't possibly be happening. Sandra wasn't just making out with a lady, especially when she had a boyfriend.
I waited for Harvey to wake me, but nothing happened. So I started gently moving backward till I hit the wall.
"Lex, please, hear me out." Sandra attempted to approach, but I lifted my hand to stop her. I couldn't listen to her now. How could I trust her after this? "Lex." She called again, but I did not answer. I just shook my head.
She sniffed, stomped the bed, and walked away, leaving the lady there. Just before she reached the door, I heard her mumble something about me being imperfect.
After looking at me, the lady followed her out. That's when I almost fell to my knees. But the door opened, and Layla walked in.
"Why are you still here?" she questioned. I did not respond. I dashed to the small door that I assumed was the bathroom. Inside, I rushed to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. My heart pounded. I could not believe what had just happened.
Okay, if she was gay, that's ok. But keeping it from me while I told her everything? Now that's what hurt me.
"Drinks won't serve themselves," Layla said, knocking on the door. I did not respond. I just stripped off my clothes and put on the stupid maid dress.
When I finished, I came out just to find Layla still there. She seemed to have been waiting. "I'm ready," I said. She just stood there and stared at me. I knew that face, I wasn't about to be raped by a girl, so I pushed past her and headed out to join the others.
"Ten shots of Vodka." One of the girls from earlier said. They were at the kitchen counter. She appeared to be speaking to me, so I approached her, grabbed the bottle, and began pouring into the cups without hesitation.
"It's shots. You don't make them full," the other cautioned and I realised I was just in my thoughts. So, because I had already poured three full ones, I drank from each until they were half.
"Whoa, what a great idea!" one of the girls exclaimed, also testing on each cup. I did not respond. I kept pouring into the others.
"Yeah… until she starts seeing dicks on females and screams and gets punished by her madam."
"You have a Madam?" I asked one of the girls, as the other had left with the drinks, to serve them.
"Yes. My boss's daughter. Wait, did you come with an agent?”
"Agent? No, I mean – oh, you also came here because of your boss's spoiled daughter?” She nodded. I could not believe it.
This could not possibly have been a coincidence.
"She's a lesbian who pretends to be straight. I may be wrong, but she touches me every time she's horny, so... you can fill in the blanks," she stated. I nodded and enquired whether she was also gay. "I am not. But if I don't come, I lose my job. I work for a fashion design company, and her mother is the best."
"Oh my God." I gasped as I poured myself a shot. I really needed to drink. She was exactly like me. The only difference was our firms.
I was going to ask a question when I heard a voice: "Fuck off!” It was Layla.
Again, with the influence, the girl stumbled and walked away. I almost followed her, but Layla warned me to stop. "We need to talk," she said.
I gazed at her, “Do you need more shots? I've just sent a few. If you want me to do more, I–"
"Oh shut up. You and I both know that's not why I brought you here."
"Layla–”
“I know my mother is asking you to fake-date my ex."
"Ray is not your ex."
"Well, let me tell you something." She neared me and I moved back, "If I say no, the contract will be void.”
"Oh. I see." I did not move back this time. I'd already hit the wall, and I didn't want her to believe she could frighten me. "So, Layla, what do you want me to do?" I asked.
I could see it in her eyes: she wanted something. She looked at me with desire. Even though it made me uneasy, I stayed still. I was curious as to what she had planned.
"I will let your little internet stunt go. You two can make millions. As long as you sleep with me."
"Sleep with you?"
"Yes. On the regular. Well, until I'm bored with your body. Ray, trust me, does not mind. You are not his type."
"So I'm your type then?”
"Don't flutter yourself. You are... okay." She said this while glancing down at my thighs. Yeah, the dress was quite short.
I grinned and walked closer, staring directly at her. And it appeared to turn her on—she bit her lip—and as soon as I got close enough, she jumped on me. Her lips crashed so firmly on mine that I was stunned.
I did not move, I'm not sure if I was shocked or just freaked out. I did not even push her away.