Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E41

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Don’t hurt me I’m a virgin - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

This goes back to that night Matthew had threatened spilling to the paparazzi. I hadn’t cared then and still do not care now what the world would think of me, I had my own reasons for going to those p@rt of the streets that night and the world doesn’t nee-d to know them.

But I do care how this will corrupt Jeremy, how this ‘ju-icy tale’ will affect his public image and maybe even his company.
“Why would you do this?” I hate how shocked and wavering my voice is. God, I sound weak.

She looks at me, and as I stare back at her, I see a twinge of reluctance, a small fear of something imbe-dded within her, compelling her do this. It’s as if, if she doesn’t do this, she’ll face punishment. It’s a small fleeting emotion crossing her eyes and it is quic-kly hidden with her resolve.

“I told you my reasons.”
I frown, “You do know that blackmailing has consequences.”

She presses herl-ips but doesn’t dispense her composure.

“And you do know that it’s useless to blackmail me since I have nothing I have to give that’s mine, right?”

She then sm-irks. “You do. I am sure Jeremy has been paying you well for your service.”
“That’s where you are wrong.” I tell her and then I feel a pres£nce behind me.

I turn to face Mitch’s concerned expression.

“Is everything alright?” He glances warily at Sav, his stone expression telling me fully well of his mistrust.

I nod at him. I can handle Sav on my own.

He frowns unsure by my expression.

“Oh I get it now. He must be your b©dy guard. Wow, a bit over the t©p just to protect a who-re.” Sav mumbles sniggering to herself.

Mitch’s stance freezes as he glares daggers at Sav, her blatant comment going unmissed by his ears.

I move towards him, putting my hand in his arm. “She’s just an old friend Mitch.”

He doesn’t believe my lie as he scowls de-eply. He doesn’t say anything, however, as he accepts my lie and retreats.

I turn back to Sav.

“As I was saying–”

“St©p. You’re lying he has paid you money, probably a lot.”
“Sav, my relationsh!pwith Jeremy is not like that. I am not his who-re as you proclaim and misguide me to be.” I speak calmly which is rather surprising considering the annoyance and impatience brimming inside me.

That makes her hesitate for a moment. She narrows her eyes me and I can tell there’s belief in them.

“So you’d rather me spilling to the paps, because I will do it, Leyla. Don’t for a second fool me because I know he’s at least given you money.”

Impatience has slowly made its way. “Go ahead, Sav. Go and spill to the paparazzi. Don’t for a second dare threaten me. I don’t care how desperate you are but something tells me they won’t believe you anyhow. Do you even know how powerful Jeremy is?”

My outbur-st surprises her as he moves back slightly. She swallows, obviously waned by how dominantly calculating my voice sounded.

I don’t care at this moment I feel good at standing up for myself. My annoyance at her seriously had peaked.

How dare she actually try to blackmail me? Her of all people.

She presses herl-ips. “They’ll believe me. They’re paparazi right. They feed on this sort of stuff.” She falters obviously this hadn’t gone according to her plan. Somehow I had feeling she’d wanted Jeremy’s money.
Somehow I had feeling it wasn’t even her doing, I had feeling someone had corrupted her to come here to blackmail me.

Someone like Devon.

A s-en-se of pity washes over me for her.

“Sav…”

She s-en-ses my tone and frowns. She begins ru-bbing her arms around her b©dy as if it’s a nervous gesture.

“Sav?”

“What?” She starts breathing in p@n-ts, ba-rely managing to stand up straight.

What is happening to her?

“Sav are you okay?” My voice is filled with concern.

She seems out of it. Her eyes lids begin to twitch uncontrollably as her f!ngersscratch her arms. And before I even know it, she’s balling down, heaves of tears streaming endlessly from her eyes.

Her mouth is moving, forming incoherent words but I just manage to make out what she’s saying before I hear the tell-tale sound of the door indicating a customer entering.
“Stupid bit-ch !” A menacingly familiar voice sounds behind me.

Julie, Hilly, Effie even Mitch are beside me in a moment at the scene taking placing, in fact the whole cafe is watching.

“Is she having a seizure–?”
“Someb©dy call a doctor–!”
“Leyla–”

“What’s he doing?”
I hear all the voices behind me as I am crouching down in Sav’s level trying to ascertain her state of discomposure. Then I feel firm hands gr-abbing my arm and pu-lling me r0ûghly away.

I spin around and watch dumbfounded as Devon curse profanities at Sav who ba-rely seems to be able to breathe.

He r0ûghly gr-abs her arm and she j£rks up at him as he starts dragging her out of the cafe.
“Hey!” I shout as I follow and everyone follows behind me.

But we all st©p as the ambulance and police patrol the parking lot, blocking exist for Devon whose scathing grip is on Sav’s disoriented form.