Chapter 249: Bitch
I kept my mouth shut but shot the tall dude a look that screamed, "I'm going in, no matter what."
Brad caught on quick, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me inside, totally ignoring the tall guy's weak attempts to stop us.
The tall guy just threw up his hands, looking all defeated.
Once we were in, Brad found the light switch like he had a sixth sense and flicked it on.
Boom, the master bedroom lit up.
I couldn't help but let out a little gasp. The place was stunning.
Jenny was half-lying there, her long hair all damp, face flushed, looking like she was in some kind of dream. Her white bathrobe was hanging loose, showing a bit of her chest. One shoulder was peeking out, and one of her legs was half-revealed. There was a red mark on her knee with a tiny wound in the middle.
Yeah, the tall guy wasn't kidding; that injury was hard to describe.
Honestly, if she didn't hit up a hospital soon, that wound might just heal on its own.
Jenny had a killer face and a banging body. Lying there half-exposed, she was a total knockout. It was pretty much what I imagined, just not in the bathroom but the bedroom.
I couldn't help but wonder, why was she greeting the guy checking her injury like this? And the guy she was chasing but couldn't get? Was it really just for that tiny knee wound? If you could even call it that.
Hard to believe she could strike such a pose with no feeling in her lower body.
Didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
Brad looked like a deer in headlights, his hand still on the light switch, frozen in place.
I was dying to see Brad's reaction.
When I glanced at him, he was looking away, a rare blush creeping up his ears, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"Turn around, don't look," I snapped.
Brad turned his back like an obedient puppy.
Looking at half-exposed Jenny, my heart did a little flip.
Was this the first time? How many times had this happened when I wasn't around? How did Brad handle it?
Too many questions, my brain was a mess. Maybe I didn't even want the answers.
Jenny probably didn't expect her crush to show up with me in tow. Seeing me at the door, staring her down with a cold gaze, she screamed. She yanked her bathrobe to cover her chest and shoulder and grabbed a thin blanket to cover her leg.
How funny. Jenny knew Brad, a guy, was coming and wasn't shy about showing everything. But when I, a woman, walked in, she screamed like she saw a creep.
"Jane, why are you here?" Jenny asked, her face red, avoiding my eyes.
Was she scared of getting caught? Brad could come at night, but I couldn't?
I was so mad I laughed.
Was she scared I'd see?
Why couldn't I come? If I didn't, how would I know she was pulling this stunt?
That was straight-up seduction.
"It's late, and I was worried about Brad. Jenny, did I scare you by popping in? We're both girls, what's the big deal? If Brad came in alone, would you scream? Or is this little show just for him? Am I crashing the party?"
I didn't sugarcoat it. She had it coming. Trying to seduce Brad, knowing he had a girlfriend, was a low blow.
Jenny's behavior was a letdown, so yeah, my words were harsh.
I was fuming. How could a smart, pretty, well-educated girl stoop to this? What a weird kink!
Jenny was sharp, though. She got my drift real quick. She bit her lip and shot back, "That's not what I meant, you got it wrong. Brad and I are just friends, don't overthink it. Brad's not that kind of guy."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, cool as a cucumber. "Did I say anything? What are you worried I'll misunderstand? Brad's not that kind of guy, but what about you? What kind of person are you? Oh, aren't you hurt? Is it bad? Should I call the cops? No, wait, an ambulance." I said, dripping with sarcasm.
Brad's face went dark, his vibe turning icy. I couldn't tell if he was pissed at Jenny's late-night invite or my sharp tongue.
If it was the first, good. If the second, well, they had a lot to talk about.
I walked past Brad and stood by Jenny's bed.
I was taller, and with her lying down, I had the upper hand in both height and attitude.
"My leg just got a bump, it's no big deal, no need for an ambulance, some ointment will do. Sorry to bother you so late. Brad, take Jane back to rest. She's still young, lack of sleep will stunt her growth."
Oh, hell no.
Jenny, you sneaky witch.
Was she hinting Brad should take me back and then come back to her? For how long? The whole night?
Those few words shattered any good vibes I had about Jenny from Northern Institute of the Arts. Her graceful acceptance of Brad's rejection back then? Total act. She'd been lurking all these years. Now she saved Brad's life, and she was cashing in on it.
If that was the case, Brad's trip to Silverbrook City might've been a setup.
I wouldn't jump to conclusions without proof, but I had my suspicions.
I might be slow on some things, but I wasn't too dumb to see through her games.
"It's cool, I'm in my twenties, way past the growing phase. Missing a bit of sleep won't hurt. Brad came here late 'cause he was worried about the whole man-woman-alone-at-night thing, didn't want to mess up your rep. Jenny, how's the injury? Let me see, if it's bad, you should hit the hospital."
I bent down, pretending to lift her blanket.
"No, no, Jane, I'll put on the ointment myself later, no need to trouble you, really." Jenny kept refusing, awkwardly pressing the blanket with both hands to stop me.
Did she really not want to trouble me? Or was the wound just too minor to show?
"The guy said it was serious, we should check. Or do you only want Brad to see? If so, I can bounce."
Jenny's face twisted. Her eyes were a storm of emotions, looking at me with a mix of resentment and something else.
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