Chapter 104

Judy’s POV

I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to get drugged last night and then threw myself at Gavin. I hated that I could remember most of what happened last night. It was no wonder he left in the middle of the night. He could barely stand to look at me.

I was surprised when I saw the Tylenol and water on the bedside table though. I knew Gavin had left that stuff and I found it incredibly sweet that he cared enough about me to do that. But still, if let mortified that I let myself get drugged in the first place.

I wanted to scream and cry but I refrained from doing so. I was stronger than that and I needed to get a hold of myself. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand after I was done taking the medicine and I glanced at the screen, sighing when I saw Nan’s name flash across the screen from a new text message.

I swiped the screen on and opened the message.

Nan: I barely remember last night. Did you get home okay?”

I pressed the reply and typed my own message.

Me: Yes. Gavin took us both home. How are you feeling?”

Nan: Like shit. But I’m glad you’re okay. Did I do anything stupid last night?

Me: Not at all. Just get some rest today and we can talk later.

I put my phone back on the nightstand and sighed; it was better if she didn’t know how she threw up all over the place. She also mentioned to me about finding her mate. I didn’t want to worry her too much about the things she told me, so I chose not to tell her right now. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to grill her later. I needed to know every detail about this supposed mate of hers. From the sounds of it, he went on a date with another woman last night and it drove Nan to drink way more than she would have normally drunk.

I couldn’t blame her for it; I’m sure it wasn’t easy. A mate’s betrayal was heart-wrenching. I quickly threw on some clothes and made my way downstairs. I was starving after last night and I was eager to see what kind of food Chester made this morning.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw him slaving over the stove. Harper was also in the kitchen, and she looked like she was talking to him, but he was barely paying attention to what she was saying. She was looking upset over the ordeal and folded her arms across her chest.

“I’m not sure why you are acting like that,” she hissed.

“Because you were the one who said we needed to keep our relationship professional, so that’s what I’m doing,” he told her sounding way harsher than I ever thought Chester was capable of sounding.

“Everything okay?” I asked as I entered the kitchen and sat at the counter beside Harper.

“Chester is acting like a jerk,” she murmured, narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what I didn’t deserve that treatment…”

Chester spun around his spatula in hand.

“You wanted to keep this professional, Harper. How am I the bad guy here?” He asked her.

“Professional while we were working? We weren’t working this morning when I was trying to talk to you,” she replied.

“Okay then start talking. What’s so important?” He asked, raising his brows.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she glanced at me briefly before looking at him.

“It’s kind of a private thing and I don’t really want to discuss this right where while we are working,” Harper said, biting her lower lip.

“Then maybe you should stop asking about it,” he murmured, turning away from her.

“Chester, you are acting strange. Everything okay?” I decided to ask.

“Yeah, sorry. Just didn’t sleep too well,” he muttered.

“That’s a lie,” Harper said, folding her arms across her chest. “I went to the room last night and you weren’t there.”

“Why did you go to my room?” Chester asked, his frown deepening.

Her cheeks reddened again.

“Because I wanted to talk to you last night, but I couldn’t find you…” she muttered.

Chester turned his back on her and continued to cook the food. After a moment, Harper excused herself and quickly hurried out of the kitchen. I wanted to go after her to see if she was okay, but I chose to stay and make sure Chester was okay instead. It was nice focusing on other dramas instead of my own for once.

Chester was in the middle of making veggie omelets and my mouth was watering at the sight of them. He was so focused on his cooking that he barely noticed I was staring at him the entire time. That is until he finished and then turned to put the omelet on my empty plate. He froze when he noticed my eyes following him.

“Everything okay?” He asked me, raising his brows.

“I could be asking you the same thing,” I said. “What’s up with you and Harper?”

He shrugged.

“We slept together a couple of times to scratch each other’s itch and now she’s acting all clingy,” he muttered. “One minute she doesn’t want anything from me and the next she won’t leave me alone. It’s confusing and I’m sick of being there only at her convenience, know what I mean?”

I nodded as I picked up my fork.

“I think she likes you but is afraid to admit it,” I told him.

He raised his brows at me.

“I think she likes toying with me. I’m just sick of it. Even I deserve a little more respect than that; don’t you think?”

“Well, yes, of course,” I agreed. “But maybe she doesn’t want to toy with you anymore. Perhaps that’s what she’s been wanting to tell you since last night.”

He gave me a pointed look.

“I don’t think it really matters. We don’t have a future. This was only meant to be fun,” he told me. “There’s nothing more to it.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” I said giving him a knowing look. “You wouldn’t be so upset if you didn’t care for her at least a little.”

I smiled as I took a bite of the delicious omelet, moaning in satisfaction.

“I like sex,” he admitted. “She knew what this was from the beginning. I sleep around often and I’m not really to commit myself to just one girl. She’s not the only one I slept with this week.”

I crinkled my nose up at him.

“Gross, Chester,” I told him.

He laughed and picked an olive off my plate, throwing it in the air and catching it with his mouth effortlessly.

“Well, when you decide to actually be serious about a relationship, you should keep Harper in mind,” I told him.

He smirked at me as he poured me a cup of coffee.

“I’ll think about it.”

I smiled, pleased with my own meddling.

After breakfast, I also went to seek out Harper to make sure she was okay as well. She was pretty much the same as Chester. Confused and upset. As I thought, she was totally into him and wanted more than just sex. She had been thinking about it all night and she was seeking him out last night to tell him just that. But then she couldn’t find him, so she had to wait until this morning, and he blew her off completely.

She was really heartbroken over the ordeal and when I found her, she was crying. We had a quick heart-to-heart before she went off to do her duties.

I pretty much spent the rest of the weekend as a hermit. I wasn’t surprised that Gavin hadn’t come back to see me at all during the weekend. After I pretty much jumped his bones, I wasn’t really expecting him to.

On Monday, I went to school and caught up with Nan in the student lounge while we studied for upcoming exams. I wanted to ask her about her mate and what she knew about him, but telling from her body language and how she avoided the topic, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it. She probably didn’t even know that she already told me about it. I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I chose to not say anything until she said something.

Unfortunately, she didn’t.

At the end of the day, Leroy picked me up and brought me to the mansion. I was surprised when we got there, and Gavin was standing outside.

Was he waiting for me?

“Hey…” I said as I stepped out of the car and walked towards him. He looked so boyish and cute standing on the front porch, waiting for me like a lost puppy.

“Hey,” he replied.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him; not wanting to sound upset, but I knew he could tell in my voice that I was a little upset. It’s been 2 days, and I haven’t heard from him. Not that I blamed him or anything, but still.

“I brought Matt,” he told me, pointing to inside his house. “He’s waiting for you inside.”

I nodded, hating the jab of disappointment I felt in my chest.

“Oh, right,” I said softly. I forgot that Matt was doing his training here until the filming was finished at the villa. “Thanks.”

I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me in place.

“About the other night,” he said quickly, making my heart still in my chest. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were pouring into mine, making my cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.”

I frowned at him.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked him, confused.

“I shouldn’t have left like that,” he told me. “I’m sure you were confused when you woke up. You were drugged and—”

“I know,” I said quickly. “I remember everything.”

He raised his brows.

“You remember?” He asked.

I nodded and bit my lower lip, remembering how he made me feel that night and how he helped me through my heat.

“Yes, and I never got a chance to thank you… for uh… helping me,” I said, staring at the ground as if it held all the answers I needed.

He was quiet for a moment as he studied my face.

“I’m glad it was me,” he said, surprising me.

I lifted my gaze to look at him.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Me too.”

A smile tipped the corner of his lips as he stepped closer to me.

“Next time you ever need help… make sure you call me,” he told me.

My cheeks grew incredibly hot, and I nodded quickly.

“Okay,” I said breathlessly. “I will.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body for a hug, engulfing me in a hug. We stayed like that for a short moment before I heard Matt at the doorway.

“Judy! I’m ready for tutoring!” He shouted. “Stop hugging my father and come inside!!”