Chapter 7 - They Were All Lies.

Dahlia's POV

I woke up the next morning with a very bad headache. I held my head as I sat up.

"What time is it?" I squinted my eyes as I looked around; everything was blurry and so unfamiliar.

"Where am I?" I asked no one in particular as I tried to get out of bed, but then I realized I was completely naked. What the actual hell?! Oh no! Jason!

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands, when I realized I had sex with a complete stranger. "I gave my virginity to a complete stranger, Lia Lia Lia Lia." I hit my forehead a couple of times.

"What have you done?" I squeezed the bed covers like that was going to help. Ugh. I got out of bed and quickly put on my clothes, which were at the other end of the room. I saw my ripped pants lying on the floor. Who knew what horniness could do to a man or me? As I was packing my things, I saw a huge pile of cash on the bedside table.

"Great, not only did I have sex and give my virginity to a stranger, he thought I was a slut," I said, putting the money in my purse. I picked up the rest of my belongings and my phone and made my way out of the hotel.

I got into a cab as quickly as possible, and that was when I had time to check my phone. I had five missed calls from Scott and a few texts from Emma. Those jerks! They had the nerve to talk to me after what they did last night! I exhaled in order to calm myself down, and I decided to enjoy the view from the cab. It was one of the things that calmed me down when I was angry—a long drive with good music, mostly at night though.

I searched for the keys in my bag when I realized the door was slightly open. The hell?! I walked into the house to find Scott sitting on my couch. What was he doing in my house? I swear, if I had a knife in my hand, I wouldn't hesitate to stab him in the back like he did to me.

"Lia, where were you?" He rushed towards me as soon as he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned myself, trying to hide my anger.

"I used my spare key to get into your apartment," he said, showing me the key in his hands. I was stupid enough to let him have a spare key but he never let me have one.

"You haven't answered my question and why are you in that dress?" he lifted his brow, and then it hit me

"How did you know I was back?" I wrinkled my forehead.

"So now we're asking each other questions, Great," he said, turning around and walked back to the couch.

"How did you know I was back?" I asked again, following him.

He exhaled. "If you had checked your phone, you would have seen that I called you last night five times but you didn't pick up," he emphasized on the 'five times'

"Wait so you checked my location now?" Was this guy actually serious? Just because I was his girlfriend didn't mean I wouldn't have privacy?

"I check your location every time I want to know where you are."

"So you don't know what the word privacy means?" I called my fists, trying to control my anger

From the expression on his face, I noticed he was confused, "What is wrong with you, Lia? First, you want to go on a two-week trip to see your parents? Okay, fine I agreed and you left, Then you came back without telling me and what's even more strange is instead of coming back home, you slept in a hotel—an expensive one, for that matter—and now you're talking about privacy. what is up with you, Lia?"

His gaze shifted from my face to my hand and then back to my face, "No, you didn't sleep there; your not with any luggage, which means you came back here and went to spend a night at a hotel, Lia?! What are you not telling me?" Here I was trying to control my anger and he kept pissing me off over and over again.

"Hold up!" I chuckled weirdly as I dropped my belongings on the table by my side.

"Did you just say now I'm talking about privacy?"

"Of course, Lia, you're my girlfriend; we're not supposed to hide anything from each other; as a matter of fact, I'm supposed to know everything about you," he said.

I shook my head subconsciously.You're supposed to know everything about me, or you're supposed to stalk me?" I asked.

"Knowing where my girlfriend is isn't stalking Lia!"

"Yeah, trying to find out where she is without her permission and prying into her private life is stalking Scott; you know what? Just leave." I pointed to the door.

"You're telling me to leave? You're telling me to leave your house?"

"Yes! Scott!! I'm telling you to leave!" I yelled, still pointing at the door.

He snickered,I know what the problem is here." What the hell was he talking about?

"You're cheating on me." He nodded repeatedly.

"You didn't just say that," I said, gritting my teeth.

"Yes, I did say that, Lia. It's the only reason you're acting like this; you went to a hotel last night and you're coming back this morning. Now you're acting all weird because of some guy that you probably surrendered yourself to." Did he just accuse me of cheating? He was the one cheating. Did I cheat? Of course not; the only reason I had sex with Jason was obviously because I had already broken up with Scott.

"I waited patiently for the day you were going to let me touch you, Lia." I couldn't help it anymore. I gave him a tight slap on his cheek. He was shocked, and he slowly turned to me with his hand on his face.

"You just slapped me."

"Yes Scott I just slapped you; you know why? Because you have the guts to lie to my face," I glared at him.

"You think I don't know; you think I don't know about you and Emma. I came to your house last night to surprise you. I wanted to surrender to you but guess what I saw?" I laughed bitterly.

"You know? You saw that?" He slowly removed his hand from his face.

"Of course I saw that." I smiled at him even though I was deeply hurt.

"Oh, wait, was I supposed to not see?" I acted dumb.

"Look, baby, I can explain," he said, coming closer.

"Explain what?! Explain What, Scott?" I backed away.

"So you wanna tell me now that you were spelled or something that you were on your own at home and Emma magically appeared on your bed and then your clothes magically came off and your dick chose to go inside her on its own?!"

"Lia?" he called.

"Okay. Let's assume you said that, and I believe you. What about the time you called me a goody-two-shoes? What about the time you called her your princess? What about having sex with her for the so-called seventeenth time? What about when she told you she loved you, Scott? What about when you told her you loved her? Do you want to explain those too?!!" I yelled as he remained quiet.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought," I said before turning to walk away, but he pulled me back so I was close to him.

"I'm sorry, Lia," he said softly. Like that was going to work on me.

"You're sorry? You're sorry?!" I pushed him so hard that he almost fell.

"What exactly are you sorry for, Scott? Are you sorry for lying to me all these times, or are you sorry for cheating on me with my best friend? With my best friend Scott? You didn't see any other girl in the world but my best friend. How would you feel if I did that to you, Scott? Huh, just to be honest, how would you feel? Save your sorry for someone else," I said before walking away.

I was about to climb the stairs when I felt a pair of arms on me, turning me around and pinning me to the wall by the stairs. I struggled to move but I couldn't.

"Let go of me." I tried to kick him but he was just too strong and my legs were pinned too.

"I said it before and I'll say it again: I waited patiently for the day you were going to surrender to me.I mean, that was the only reason I dated you. I waited for the day you were going to let me touch you. I put up with every one of your stupid tantrums and insecurities and now you're breaking up with me; that's not fair, is it, Lia?" Today, something was different about his eyes; they were lifeless and filled with hatred. Was what he said true or was he bluffing?

"I mean, Emma was a better girl; she was smarter, she was prettier, and she was way more sexy, but no, I decided to choose the little innocent Dahlia and now you're thinking of breaking up with me without letting me touch you? Nah, baby girl, if you don't want to give it to me, I guess I'm going to take it by force," what did he mean by all of that? he never actually loved me? Was he going to force himself on me? I struggled but it was no use.