Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (classic reads .TXT) 📖

“What the hell do you want?” He didn't say anything and took a sip from his red glass. “I asked you a question, Denzel.

“Do you want to know what the hell is wrong with me, Rebecca?” He grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me through the house with him.

“Do not touch me!” We came to an empty corner of the house. This place was so huge that you could get lost.

I wanted to yell at him so many things, I felt too sensitive because some of these bastards had my diary and could soon publish something worse about me and I would have to run away from the university. How would I explain that to my mother?

"It was fucking Foster who posted that about you," He muttered. “Did you want an answer? There you have it!”

I took his drink and took a sip that burned my throat.

This tasted horrible.

“How do you know that?”

“I have eyes and ears for this territory, Rebecca. They wanted to embarrass you because they see you as a fucking weak girl.

“Stop calling me weak.” I warned.

“You are.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him.

"You're so drunk you're disgusting," I pushed him away, but when he took me back, without seeing it coming, he kissed me.

Dammit.

Denzel stole my first kiss.

I pushed him away and slapped him again as I thought of what to do.

"You taste like garlic." He wiped his mouth, and after seeing my reaction he smiled. “Don't tell me it was your first kiss.”

I lowered my head indignantly, and then he moved closer again.

"Look at me." He lifted my chin. “Am I really the first one you kiss?”

"You just want to make fun of me" And I went looking for Joe, but I couldn't find him anywhere and I left that house of the devil.

My biggest problem would be to find someone to take me, because taxis did not enter private neighborhoods.

This was a tragedy.

"Let me take you." Denzel took out his keys.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Can't you see how drunk you are?” He opened the door of his metallic red Acura NSX and finished his drink.

"Do you have anything better, Rebecca?"

As Denzel drove I looked out the window like I always did, it helped me relax in times of stress. I can't believe they exposed an embarrassing piece of my diary and kissed me on the same day by a pervert.

“What are you thinking about?” My silence disappeared.

"I think if you don't drive carefully you could kill us," I snorted hatefully. His eyes were red like a madman...

“Are you sure you don't think about that kiss between you and me?” He licked his lips.

Terrible. Damned. Drunk.

"If he didn't do that to make you run away from that damn house, that son of a bitch was going to hurt you." Why don't you understand, Rebecca?

"I would believe it of Joe, of you I only think that you are an idiot with a lot of leisure and that you annoy me for fun.” He stopped the car. “Take me home, now.”

"I have no intention of hurting you." I was able to meet his gaze again like before, and I must say that he was trying to intimidate me with his furrowed eyebrows, but no, he wasn't going to do that with me.
I opened the car door and got out.

"Get back in the damn car." I heard him get out too. “Rebecca. Go up now.”

"Jayden couldn't do it." I turned around. “Neither he nor Joe wanted to hurt me. You run the school newspaper with Anne, but she is your sister. You should have done it yourself. Or are you going to deny that you did it out of revenge?”

"Those idiots don't interest me, not even you are worth enough to defend yourself against those idiots. I don't care about you, Rebecca.

"Reason enough to tease me more." I felt a fucking lump in my throat.

When will you stop being so weak, Rebecca?

I went back to the car and after that immature conversation I never spoke to him again.