Chapter 574 My Butt Hurts
It turned out, when a guy said he just wanted a kiss, it's usually a lie.
The next day.
Winona could barely drag herself out of bed. Luckily, it was the weekend, so she didn't have to worry about work. She lay there, staring at the white ceiling, feeling completely drained. "Zachary, you jerk, liar, scumbag."
Just as she was muttering to herself, the door creaked open. Zachary stood in the doorway, noticing she was awake. "Get up and eat."
Compared to her exhausted state, Zachary looked fresh and smug. After all, she had done most of the work last night.
Zachary had made breakfast. Winona clung to the stair railing, slowly making her way downstairs, her legs trembling.
Zachary set the table and looked up, seeing her struggle. He grinned, clearly in a good mood. "Need a lift?"
Winona couldn't stand his nonchalance. "You should worry about yourself first. You can barely walk fast, and you want to carry me downstairs? If you end up crippled, you'll have to move to the guest room."
Halfway through breakfast, Zachary got a call from Anthony about work. Winona overheard bits and pieces and gathered that Anthony was at the police station.
She pulled out her phone to text Rebecca, wanting to ask about last night. But before she could type more than two words, Rebecca called. "Winona, I think I messed up."
It was the first time Winona had heard Rebecca so frantic. She was so scared she stopped eating and rushed to the door. "What happened?"
"I think I raped Anthony."
Winona froze mid-step. This was unexpected. Considering Anthony's call with Zachary earlier, was he planning to press charges? "Where are you? I'll come find you."
Rebecca was crying. "At home."
Zachary had finished his call and noticed Winona's pale face. "What's wrong?"
This wasn't something she could discuss with him. Winona made up an excuse. "I'm going to check on Rebecca."
Whenever Zachary heard Rebecca's name, he imagined countless six-pack abs. He worried that one day Rebecca might drag Winona to see them in person. He felt like a husband dealing with a troublesome mother-in-law, and Winona was the husband who couldn't see right from wrong and always defended Rebecca. "Finish your breakfast first. I'll go with you."
He couldn't let them break up, so he decided to keep a close watch. Zachary didn't believe Rebecca could corrupt Winona in his presence.
But he couldn't keep guarding forever. He needed to set Rebecca up with Anthony so she'd be too busy to bother Winona.
Winona refused to take him along. "Rebecca and I need to talk privately. You can't be there."
Zachary knew he wasn't suitable to be there. Rebecca had called, so she was the one in trouble. Plus, girls' private conversations weren't for him to hear. He had spoken impulsively, and when Winona refused, he didn't insist. "Finish your breakfast. It's not urgent. A few minutes won't make a difference. I'll drive you over."
"I've had enough," Winona said, pushing her plate away even though she had barely touched her breakfast. "I don't know how long we'll be talking. I'll drive myself. It'll be easier to come back. If you drive me, I'll just have to call a cab later. It's a hassle."
"I'll pick you up," Zachary insisted.
Just then, Samuel called.
Zachary gestured for her to wait and answered the phone. "What's up?"
Samuel paused for a couple of seconds. "Where are you?"
Zachary found the question odd but answered. "At home. Why?"
Samuel said, "Didn't you ask me to go with you to pick something up today? I'm at the World Trade Center, and you're still at home?"
Hearing the familiar location, Zachary remembered his plans for the day but had completely forgotten about Samuel. "Sorry, I forgot."
It was the weekend, and the World Trade Center was in the business district. Samuel had spent three hours driving, stuck in traffic, questioning his life. And Zachary had forgotten. Samuel snorted. "You forgot what we talked about last night? Are you getting early dementia?"
It was meant as a joke, but Zachary felt a sudden jolt. "No, I just drank too much last night and haven't fully recovered. Let's reschedule."
Samuel didn't mind. "Alright, I'm heading back."
After hanging up, Zachary didn't insist on driving Winona. "Drive safely and come back soon. Call me if you need anything."
Though he seemed normal, Winona felt something was off after Samuel's call. She couldn't pinpoint it, but it was a woman's intuition. "What did Samuel want?"
"Shopping."
Winona was puzzled. "Shopping? With you?"
Two grown men, shopping? What for?
"Yeah, who knows what he's thinking?" Zachary said, deflecting. "Aren't you in a hurry to see Rebecca? Go on."
He kissed her, hinting, "Take small steps."
Winona's face turned red. She glared at Zachary, quickly changed her shoes, grabbed her car keys, and left.
Winona knocked on Rebecca's door, and Rebecca immediately opened it.
Seeing Rebecca's disheveled appearance and red eyes, Winona grew anxious. "What happened?"
Rebecca had woken up that morning feeling that something was off. She looked down and found herself lying on top of Anthony, his robe wide open, revealing kiss marks and nail scratches on his chest and abdomen.
It was obvious who had done it.
Rebecca wasn't in much better shape. Her clothes were half off, her bra undone, and her chest covered in marks, including finger imprints. She hadn't even checked other areas, but it was clear things had been intense.
More importantly, her butt hurt.
Anthony was still asleep, and she didn't dare wake him. She quickly dressed and fled.
After hearing Rebecca's story, Winona asked, "Are you sure you were the one who initiated? Maybe Anthony took advantage of you while you were drunk? If he had no ulterior motive, why didn't he just send you home instead of taking you to his place?"
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