All Chapters of TRUTH OR DARE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The cocktails are brought and set on the table."Let's make a toast." Vanessa raises the glass. "To the success of our studio!"We cheers to that, a big grin on Vanessa's face. She's so happy with how the day went. And she's visibly so proud of me. The entire way here, she was on a call with one of her friends, constantly showering me with a pool of praises."We're going to do big things together." She says. "I hope you're ready for that, Dani.""It's a pleasure to do this with you, Vanessa. Thanks for believing in me.""Shut up." She rolls her eyes. "The pleasure is mine. Choosing you was the best thing I did for the studio."The food is finally brought. If you know me, you know I'm obsessed with chicken. Pasta and fried chicken is placed infront of us and my mouth instantly waters."I know chicken is your favourite." "It is." I take a bite and roll my eyes in pleasure. "It's delicious!""That's why I brought you here. They make the best chicken in town. Atleast that's what Soph sai

Damien just finished clearing the table.He joins me in the kitchen to help with the dishes. I missed doing this with him. I'm too exhausted to be doing chores but this little ritual with my boyfriend warms my heart and fills my soul.He stands next to me over the sink, a wet plate in his hand. I turn to glance at him."What did your mom mean by that?""By what?""Vanessa is dangerous?" I ask. "She seems convinced that Vanessa is capable of killing me. And she wasn't too happy that I'm working for Vanessa or that she's our neighbour. She thinks that I'm in danger. Should I be scared?""My mom is just being dramatic." Damien huffs. "Her hatred for Vanessa grows every day. She just doesn't want the two of you to be friends. I bet she's afraid that Vanessa will make you hate her. And the two of you won't be friends anymore.""So she just made all that stuff up?"Silence stretches between us for a moment, a strange look on Damien's face. I can tell that he's keeping something from me."Da

The cab stops at Nate's place.He moved to a fancy flat. And he was right. His apartment is huge. It's also decorated impeccably with nice new furniture. Big paintings on the wall. A huge flatscreen TV. A nice fireplace. A fluffy white rug. Huge white couches surrounding a wooden coffee table. Everything looks expensive. Everything looks new. The only piece of furniture that's familiar is the green couch in the balcony. Yes, he has a big balcony.I toss my jacket on the couch, still looking around. Nate is staring at me, his hands in the pockets of his pants. He's wearing one of those Bob Marley graphic tees and grey sweatpants. Casual looks cute on him."Nice place." I comment."Thanks." He smiles. "What do you want? Coffee? Tea? Wine?""I want a shower." I say. "Thanks for letting me crash here.""Shut up." He chuckles. "I should be the one thanking you. I was on the verge of dying of boredom and loneliness. I desperately needed company."When I called, Nate immediately picked up. T

DAMIENMy house feels like hell.Dani just left. I watched as she packed her things in a big bag and I didn't bother to stop her. I wanted to stop her. Beg her to stay. But I just let her leave. Now I'm standing in the shower. And I still can't stop thinking about her. I wish there was a way to wash away someone from your mind. But that's impossible. I can't wash Dani away from my head. Her lovely face. Her lovely smile. Her silly little giggles and stupid jokes. She's haunting me.I step out of the shower and try to push the thought of Dani away but I can't. Not when everything in this room reminds me of her. The bed that we share. The pillowcases that she bought. The couch that she lies on, sketching at night. Everything about this fùcking room reminds me of her.I slide into sweatpants and a baggy hoodie to go downstairs. The food that Dani left is still on the coffee table. I frown as I take the food to the kitchen and toss it in the bin.Everything about this kitchen reminds me

Damien pours some coffee in my cup when I fall on the kitchen island.I bury my face in my hands and groan. I'm still groggy with sleep. I slept late last night. I was busy working on the gown for the Vogue shoot in Italy this weekend. I'm so excited about the shoot but anxious at the same time. I want the gown to be perfect. It's Vogue we're talking about. I still can't believe I got the opportunity to collaborate with the magazine. This moment will make or break my career. I have to do everything in my power for it to make my career. "You look exhausted." Damien says. "What time did you come to bed last night?""Four in the morning." I groan. "I was busy in the studio. I'm almost done with the gown but I still feel like it's missing something.""That might be your impostor syndrome talking.""No." I sip my coffee. "I've been working on the gown for days. I think it's great. But I want it to be perfect. And I feel like there's something missing. Whatever it is, I have to add it befo