4

Ivy Chase

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“Someone set me up?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Why would anyone do that to me?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around everything.

Parker nodded. “Yes, someone set you up.” He responded like he was so certain.

I couldn’t hold back a scoff.

Set me up?

I wasn’t sure if I should believe him or not. I couldn’t bring myself to trust him. What if I was just a pawn in a silly game he was playing?

First of all, I woke up in the same room with him without any knowledge of how I got there. And now, he is saying that someone set me up.

He was being ridiculous.

When he saw how hesitant I looked, he cleared his throat and continued. “I’m being honest here, I found the guy who was originally sent to your room.”

“What are you even talking about?” I asked, my brows furrowed slightly. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed because too many things were happening at the same time.

There were too many questions, with barely any answers.

I didn’t even know what to believe.

Parker exhaled slowly, bracing himself up. “Don’t you want to meet the guy?” He asked, pressing further.

Everything was frustrating because I still had no idea what happened the previous night. I already had too much going on and didn’t want to complicate it any further.

As much as I was curious to know what happened, I still couldn’t bring myself to trust Parker. I wasn’t interested in seeing any guy.

I shook my head firmly. “No, I don’t want to meet anybody,” I replied, my voice laced with certainty.

My mind was already overflowing with doubts, and adding more questions would make me lose my mind.

I needed to talk to my boyfriend first before I could even think of anything else.

Parker’s expression faltered for a few seconds. “Why? Don’t you want answers? Don’t you want to know what happened?”

I rolled my eyes. “The only thing I want to do right now is go back to my boyfriend’s house and tell him about what happened last night.”

Parker’s expression was unreadable. “Are you sure, Ivy? You are okay living without knowing the truth?” He asked with a confused expression registered on his face.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” Parker exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.

Nothing he said was making any sense. If I was being set up, how did I end up having sex with him? Who would even want to set me up?

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop the car.” I requested, my voice calm but firm.

I didn’t want to go with him anymore.

Parker didn’t protest against it. He just stopped the car and looked at me. “You don’t trust me? You think I’m not being honest with you?” He asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I looked away and clutched my bag tightly. “We are enemies, remember?” I replied but the words didn’t come out as firm as I wanted.

Parker let out a defeated sigh. “Fine.” He raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll wait until you order a ride. I can’t leave you without knowing you are safe.”

“Okay.”

I booked a ride to Sebastian’s house and waited in uncomfortable silence as I waited for the ride to arrive. My mind raced with different thoughts about what Parker had just told me.

But I didn’t want to think too much about it.

I had bigger things to worry about.

After a few more minutes, my ride finally arrived. I let out a relieved sigh as the cab pulled up in front of Parker’s car. “Thank you.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I opened the door and stepped out of the car.

I walked over to the cab and settled down in the back seat. I noticed that Parker waited for my cab to drive off before driving away.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I just wanted to be over with everything. I had been miserable all day because I had been keeping such a terrible secret.

I couldn’t run from it forever. I needed to talk to him about it as soon as possible. Even if Sebastian had been weird earlier, I still owed him the truth.

He also deserved an apology. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to forgive me. What I did was terrible and being drunk wasn’t an excuse. I just hoped that he would be able to understand.

Even if I was scared of the outcome, I was ready to tell him everything. Then he would be the one to decide if he would still want me around.

I wouldn’t blame him if he decided to leave me. What I did was very disrespectful and terrible. I also felt so terrible. If only I could go back in time, I wouldn’t have attended the party.

The worst part was that I couldn’t even remember anything from the night.

Shortly after, I arrived at my boyfriend’s house.

He had no idea I was even going to his house. I wasn’t even sure if he had returned home or not. I helped myself into his house and made my way upstairs.

I searched for him at the bar and the dining room but I couldn’t find him. So I decided to go upstairs to his room.

As I ascended the stairs, I started developing cold feet. A part of me wanted to turn around and go back to my apartment.

I knew I was brave about it a few minutes ago, but I was scared of his reaction. Different scenarios had replayed in my head and I wasn’t sure I was ready for them.

What if he doesn’t forgive me?

Maybe I should just leave and deal with it later.

But I shook my head. “No, Ivy, you’ve already delayed the truth for so long. You have to tell him now.” I whispered to myself as I tried to make the right decision.

I forced myself to continue walking. I had to tell him, even if it destroys us.

When I reached the door, I took deep breaths to calm myself down. I reached for the doorknob, but before I could even turn it, something caught my attention.

My chest rose and fell with labored breathing.

I recognized those shoes by the side of the door. I helped my best friend pick them out the last time we went shopping together.