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French Rose Chapter 13
Alex Coleman"Leo literally gave her the video mom and we were so close to the camera, everyone heard the whole conversation" Shaky breaths escaped my lips as my sweaty palms made contact with my forehead. I detached it the moment I realized I had caked my face with make up and just as I expected, my fingertips were covered with foundation. I could've been worried I had my fingers printed on my face but I couldn't worry about anything besides my reputation and how it was crashing down before me. I couldn't turn on my phone or glance at the screen, it was just a reminder of how bad things had got and how much hate I was getting. The first thing I saw was a message from Georgia telling me I had to see the video. Besides my mom, she was the only one who knew how much I hated the Kings and why I did. In fact, she planned the whole thing to ruin Christina's reputation and I didn't hesitate before going with the plan. It was finally an opportunity to get revenge for all her parents did to
French Rose Chapter 14
"Dad?"First Alex storms off and leaves me to deal with guilt, then due to circumstances I had to show off my poor cooking skills to Leo and now, my dad shows up unexpectedly looking like a spy from am action filled movie. Just to be sure, I've only been there for probably an hour and this much has happened. Not that we were doing anything bad or something but we both awkwardly froze after I let out the word 'Dad' and for seconds, we stood there like statues, not moving a single muscle. We weren't too close, there was at least a three feet distance between us which was safe enough to not be mistaken as whatever it is dad thought was going on. Whatever, no form of explanation could wipe that look off my father's face. Even if he was here when it all started, he'd still go all protective and give a million reasons why I was either too young for romance, how having a boyfriend is a terrible idea or how the boy in question was bad news. Either ways, he just didn't like the idea of me ev
French Rose Chapter 15
After drying my hair and pulling it up in a ponytail, I stepped out of my closet to meet my dad sprawled across my bed while munching on M&Ms and scrolling through his phone. It was over an hour since we left Leo's house. I had to come up with an excuse that something went up and I had to attend to my dad cause he had to leave the next morning. As apology, I ensured him we'd have lunch together or whatever he wanted to do on the weekend. It sure wasn't my intention to leave him all alone after all that happened but I couldn't do anything with my dad constantly bugging me. I just hoped he was doing fine alone and my absence wouldn't be much of a problem. However, we exchanged numbers and chatted throughout my ride home. I turned off all notifications from social media apps, sank further into my seat and fixed my gaze on my phone screen. Just like I ignored social media, I ignored my dad, not saying a single word to him. Even when he frequently asked questions, I'd either stare out th
French Rose Chapter 16
"Good morning"I had half my head into the kitchen. What he had on that counter was mouthwatering, more than enough to make me feel completely awake. It was the same effect as coffee, just a tougher kick. I ate more than enough yesterday and the sugar was just okay for one week but those pancakes were screaming my name. "So what do you have going on there?""Making breakfast for you, something to remind you of home""Home?" Hunger pushed me and off I went to the counter side. I sat behind the piled of food, wondering if he made all of this for just one person. I never expected him to make something so normal, seeing the first type of meal he gave me was something straight from a fancy restaurant. I always had in mind that all my days here would be spent eating cereal or ordering food. "Figured out you're not a fan of French food or at least, not used to it yet so I made something to remind you of home""Not that I hate it or anything, I just find yours a little too, what's the best
French Rose Chapter 17
I guess it started when I was in my sophomore year of high school. I missed the Halloween party my school was throwing because I didn't have any gothic clothes or dark make up. Besides, I wasn't even a fan of the whole Halloween thing. I mean, getting to wear regular clothes everyday was so much work not to talk of wearing uncomfortable costumes. It was great to knock on people's doors to ask for candy and compete with your other friends but that was only memorable for those that got the opportunity to do so. I didn't. So I decided to stay at home and rest all day from doing nothing at all. Anyways, I had no idea my family would try to do something so unexpected, an effort to make it up to me which is quite surprising cause I always knew when they were going to do something stupid.My plans to spend all day sleeping and watching TV got ruined even before it started.I got a hint right when I woke up to the house all decorated with spooky stuff and the whole family along with some clo
French Rose Chapter 18
Turns out, Lucas was just as much as a foodie as I was. Well, not the exact same but whatever, he ordered more than I expected. With a body as fit as his, you would think he would watch what he ate, no calorie rule and stuff like that but his was different and that confidence made me get more than enough for my grumbling stomach. We then found a suitable place to park the car and ate at the backseat where no one saw us through the tinted glass. For the first few minutes, I forgot everything around me and munched on my breakfast like a starved dog so once again, I successfully made a fool of myself but this time, I didn't care. What if i looked like a cow? Or if I was eating way too much at a time? I'd embarrassed myself too much so whatever, it's not like it was my first time doing it. Besides, if he had half a brain he would know I'd done my best to look normal and that counts too, right? "Oh my God, this is literally the best thing I've tasted in years""You don't eat fast food?"
French Rose Chapter 19
Ever seen the look of pure guilt? Thinking of it again, I wasn't so disappointed anymore. I mean, looking at it from my perspective, I should cause I knew I just wanted to know for the sake of my curiosity. I wasn't going to show the media, I'd done just enough for payback but he didn't know that, only I did. Although, he was terrible at lying but I would have done the same if I was in his position. We met a few days ago, knew nothing about each other besides the fact he was the chef and I was the boss and for all he knew, I could spread the new the moment I got home and he would get in a lot of trouble with the Coleman's. That was something even I didn't want to experience. No one would want to get in the middle of Alex and I at that moment cause at the end of the day, he would end up getting tangled in the mess. "It's okay Lucas, you don't have to explain anything. I understand you don't want to get wrapped up in this and respect the fact you want to keep it to yourself. Till you
French Rose Chapter 20
"I know you're trying to keep your little secret about the whole Christina thing but if that's why she's here, it has to end now." Lucas looked through the window and spotted the car. He didn't look as surprised as I was, neither did he look troubled by her presence. It was as if he was expecting it but I didn't rush to conclusions, it could have been something else. That made me have a little feeling the relationship he had with her was more than a boss-worker type. Just saying. "I'm sorry, I'll text her now""Text? You have her numb_ you know what, that doesn't even matter. I don't have a problem with it, go ahead and text her. Also add that if she doesn't stop following me around like a crazy stalker, I'll have the police speak to her""Noted" He pulled out his phone from his pocket and brought it to life. It took a few seconds of him tapping and I looking through the window patiently waiting for her car to zoom off before I saw her leave. However, he didn't stop tapping away an
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