Dear Sweetheart Chapter 17 Open It It was a rather unnerving meal. Julian would glare at Rayna from time to time as though warning her, âJust wait until we get home.â Even so, the woman pretended not to notice.
She had already moved most of her stuff out of the Faymon residence and didnât intend to return, anyway.
Suddenly, the man next to her coughed gently and gave her a light kick underneath the table. She turned her head nervously and saw Curtis nod before getting up to go to the restroom.
It took the woman a moment to guess that he was probably waiting for her to explain what had happened earlier today, so she quickly grabbed her purse and headed to the restroom too.
As soon as Rayna arrived in the hallway, someone darted past her.
She looked up and realized that the person who had just overtaken her was Meredith. The latter wrapped herself around Curtisâ
arm and pressed her body against him upon nearing him.
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Faymon.â Despite apologizing, Meredith had no intention of moving and spoke in a soft voice. âI think I twisted my foot.â
Curtis remained where he was, not moving an inch.
Meredith grew bolder and began to tug the neckline of her dress downward. âIâve always admired you, Mr. Faymon. I want to serve you. I know there are lots of other people at Faymon Group. I may not be the best, but I know I work the hardest. If youâre willing to give me a chance, Iâd like to follow you to Norham for work.â
Rayna was bereft of words.
I was wondering what she even saw in Julian, but it turns out sheâs after this guy, huh?
âIâd do anything to work with you, Mr. Faymon. Iâm willing to throw everything away,â Meredith added, wrapping her arms around Curtisâ neck as she moved her crimson lips closer to him.
The very next second, she felt a sharp pang on her wrist as Curtis dragged her aside.
The manâs eyes were expressionless, but they instantly sent a chill down Meredithâs spine.
âI donât think you need to go anywhere. Maybe you should just quit. Donât you think so?â Curtis remarked with a sneer.
âF-Forgive me, Mr. Faymon! Iâm sorry I crossed the line.â The woman began to panic. She had gone through so much just to get to where she was today, and she certainly wasnât going to resign over something like this. âIâll be taking my leave now.â
Seeing her return this way, Rayna hastily lowered her head, and the two women brushed shoulders.
Then she continued forward, only to find her path impeded.
âNow that youâre here, it wouldnât be nice pretending you didnât see me. Donât you agree, Rayna?â Curtis asked while kicking the door to the restroom open and gazing at her knowingly. âLetâs talk.â
Feeling goosebumps on her skin upon being called out, the woman glanced at the restroom before her and had no choice but to enter.
The last time we talked was in the ladiesâ room, and now weâre inside the menâs. Pretty exciting, I suppose.
âMr. Faymon, I only faked my pregnancy because I have matters to take care of,â Rayna explained as soon as Curtis walked in and closed the door. âIâm not pregnant, I swear! If you donât believe me, we can always make a trip to the hospital. Iâm not the kind of woman who plays hard to get.â
âIs that so?â The manâs lips curled upward. Seeing how tense she looked made him want to tease her. âYou did it pretty well back at the bar, though.â
Rayna felt her ears flush as she was brought back to the event from a month ago.
âOkay, I admit what I did.â The woman took a deep breath to calm herself down. âWeâre all adults, are we not, Uncle Curtis? I hope you can forget what happened. Iâm sorry about that night.â
Being referred to as Uncle Curtis was strangely gratifying to him. âOf course.â
In any case, Rayna was on the losing end when it came to something like this, so if she didnât mind it, he wouldnât either. Still, he hadnât expected a sexual disorder to be the cause of her chastity, as she didnât seem to complain about any discomfort at the hotel that night.
Seeing Curtis let this matter slide relieved the woman greatly.
âWell, Iâll be leaving if we have nothing else to talk about.â Weâre inside the menâs restroom, for crying out loud. What if someone comes in? Iâm out of here now that weâre done talking.
âWhatâs the rush? Take a look at this.â Yet, the man stopped her from exiting. He took out his phone and handed it to her after a few taps and swipes.
Rayna felt her stomach drop as a million thoughts began to surface in her mind. One notion, in particular, came to her the most strongly.
Is he going to blackmail me? What if he took a video of us from back at that hotel?
She took the device, and sure enough, there was a thumbnail of a video clip with what looked like a hotel suite as its background.
Rayna nearly dropped the phone as her hand trembled.
She gazed up at Curtis with an ashen face, only for the man to raise an eyebrow and make a gesture with his chin. âOpen it.â
âY-Youâre despicable, Mr. Faymon!â The woman gnashed her teeth in rage. âYou just said you didnât mind, but youâre showing me this now? What is the meaning of this?â
Seeing how pale she looked while glaring at him, the man figured she must have misunderstood him.
Thus, he leaned forward and played the video clip.
Rayna tried to turn it off, but Curtis gripped her hand firmly.
The woman shut her eyes, terrified of hearing her own voice. Yet, to her surprise, another familiar voice rang out from the device.
Roxanne? Whatâs going on?