Tainted Love(68)

“Fuck,” I whisper while clicking on the symbol.

Carter comes up to me, looking over my shoulder. “What’s up?”

I point to the symbol. “These photos are public. Anyone on Facebook can see them.”

It falls silent, and when I look over my shoulder I see his face is red from trying to withhold his laughter. I drop my eyes in a bored look.

“Carter, this is not funny. Ade will get the wrong idea from those pictures. They almost killed each other at the wedding. He will for sure kill Dominic now. Shit.”

Carter waves his hand around his face. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Look, Ade is probably not even on Facebook.”

I think over what he just said, and he may be right. There’s no way Ade will have a Facebook. I check through Vicky, Phoebe, and Alaina’s Facebook friends anyway just to make sure, and sure enough, none of the boys are there. I relax instantly. Carter rounds me, standing in front of me and taking my brush in his hand and he begins running it through my hair.

“The question is though, baby…why did that possibility bother you so much?”





I swallow down and shoo his brushing away. “Because Carter…because I think I’m in love with him, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.”

Carter pauses and spins my body around to face him. “You know what you need to do. You can’t do that to Dominic. You need to let him go.”

I look away from him, glancing at the door. “I know,” I reply swallowing down a ball of worry. “I’ll just…I’ll call him today.” I smile at Carter and he nods his head.

“Good girl,” he says lightly kissing me on the cheek.

I don’t know where I’d be without him. We balance each other out. God was apologizing for all men when he made Carter—as always, the good ones are either gay or married.

Fuck my life.

Apart from Dominic, he’s special. I really hope I haven’t ruined our friendship, I’ll be heartbroken. I can’t live without Dominic in my life. He’s been there for so long that I’ve almost become dependent on him.

I take out some casual clothes, scrub fast through the shower before running back to my room. I end up settling on a black maxi dress that hugs my curves nicely, curves that have come back in full force after my week of no food. I swear my ass has doubled. I brush my long hair and leave it in natural waves down my back. I put on some BB cream then snatch my glasses and handbag from the dresser before I leave my room. I walk out to the living room to see all the girls in there and Carter playing with Phoebe’s hair. She has incredible hair, Carter and I always fight over who gets to touch Phoebe’s hair.

“Hey!” I chirp, walking over to hug them all.

“Hey girl,” Alaina says cheerfully from the seat she’s sitting on.

Vicky smiles up at me, although the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Please tell me those photos I saw today were just two friends casually kissing at a restaurant?”

I blush, sucking in a breath, before sitting on the couch and placing my hands over my legs. These girls are my life; they will tell me where to put it if I fuck up. They’re real, and there’s no way I can lie to them. Especially Vicky, she’s scary.

“Um…before I left for your wedding, Dom kissed me. I said to him just to give me some time. When I came back, one thing leads to another and he asked me out for dinner, as more than friends. I agreed. And that’s how those photos happened. I love Dom, so much. I really wanted it to work, but I can’t do that to him. Not when my heart is currently riding a motorcycle.” I breathe out in a rush and Phoebe adds in a mumbled tone, “More like riding his army of skanks.”

I look at her, eyes wide.

Alaina kicks her softly with her foot. “He’s hurting. It’s how he deals.”

I tilt my head and look to both of them. “He’s fucking around?”

They all look to each other before Vicky stands and sits next to me. “He’s hurting. He loves you, but you have to understand that this is how Ade deals with his emotions. He kills or fucks.” She shrugs.

Carter’s eyes shoot up. “Are you serious?”

Vicky looks to Alaina whose eyes widen as if she needs to cover what she’s just let slip.

“No, I’m just using that as a figure of speech.” She attempts to laugh it off.

I narrow my eyes at her. “I don’t give a fuck who he kills. But who he fucks? Yeah. We have a problem.” I stand from my seat and I’m one hundred percent aware that I’m being a total hypocrite, but I didn’t have sex with anyone.

“Kal, you’re thinking too much into this. One of the last girls he fucked ended up buried in the forest. Trust me, sex means nothing to him.”