Chapter 3 A picture mistake

I had never felt so disappointed in my life. I walked out of the building, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a jacket which the maid had offered me. "Wait," I heard a female voice call out to me as I walked towards the gate.

"You forgot this," she said, handing me a bag containing the clothes which I had worn earlier. I collected it, glad that I hadn't forgotten my favorite peach outfit. "And this too, Mr Brown said that I should give it to you," she said, stretching out another bag to me. I collected the package and muttered a "Thank you". Looking at the second bag which the lady offered me, I was unable to make out what its contents were. "I'll check it when I get home" I said, sighing to myself.

He had brought me to his house and now I was left on the road all alone, struggling to get a vehicle for myself. I glanced impatiently at my wristwatch, as I waited for my Uber to arrive. I was seated in the Uber in no time, heading to my house along crescent road.

"Why do men always have to be jerks?" I sighed to myself. He rejected me all because I was a virgin.

"Put on your seatbelt." A masculine voice said, jolting me out of my reverie.  I quickly strapped the seat belt around my shoulders, struggling to fit it into the lock.

"Here, let me help you," he said as he adjusted the seat belt and locked it in, his hand brushing against my shoulders. I felt a tingling sensation down my spine as his hand brushed against my shoulders.

"You don't look happy" the driver said, making me wonder why he wasn't minding his business.

"I'm fine," I muttered. It was impossible for me to tell anyone that being a virgin had prevented me from having the best moment of my life.

"I used to have bad days at times, those days when it seems like everything is shattered" I nodded my head to his statement and he continued, "you're quite skinny, you know"

"What?" I bursted out, giving him a hard glare.

"You should try eating more, if you'd like, I can drop you by the cafeteria along the road and get us something to eat", he said. I felt infuriated at his words. If I had a glass of water with me, I could just pour it over his face.

"I'm not interested," I said, while managing to keep my cool and not flare at him.

"I didn't mean it that way, it's just..."

I cut him off mid sentence as I plugged in my ear pods, listening to music. "Who did he think he was? Leveraging on my looks just to spend time with me, I'm not even skinny" I scoffed in my mind as I concentrated on the music, bopping my head to the rhythm.

He kept quiet and did not utter a word until we got to my house. Before coming down from the car, I shot the driver a sassy stare and told him, "your skills are so poor". He hung his head in shock and drove away without uttering a word.

I walked to the house and met my mother preparing dinner in the kitchen. "How did it go, dear?" She asked as she pulled a tray of roasted chicken from the oven.

"Everything was great," I responded.

"Why are you cooking so much?" I asked, as I took one of the cake slices and shoved it into my mouth.

"Don't eat it," she said, snatching it from me. "It's for the visitors".

I rolled my eyes at her and proceeded to the fridge to grab a bowl of cereal. "Who is coming?" I  asked with a mouthful.

"The Cliffords" she responded, while arranging the dining table. "The entire family is coming for dinner, you should get dressed."

I darted upstairs to my room. We had a great relationship with the Cliffords. I even dated their son; Lucas Clifford. Although our relationship had been on a break for quite some time. I placed the bag which the maid had given to me on the bed. "Time to open it" I said to myself.

The contents shocked me. Inside the box was a brand new phone. I picked it up and read the note beside it, "Your phone must have gotten bad when it fell into my pool, take this and use it instead." "No way" I said to myself as I switched on the phone. It screamed luxury, I knew that my mom won't be able to get me such an expensive phone and I will have to save for donkey years before I could afford something like that.

The truth was that my phone which fell into the pool was still in good condition. I smiled as I looked into the box which contained something else in it. I almost screamed as I admired the panties that came along with the lingerie set. There was a note attached to it too, "sorry for ripping off your panties, take this instead"

I rummaged through the box, checking if there was any item left. These were all. I tried on the lingerie and stood in the mirror, admiring how alluring it made me look. "This man must be really rich to throw money at me this way" I thought gleefully.

My smile disappeared as I remembered how he mentioned not wanting a virgin. The blue light from my phone interrupted me and I rushed towards it, a message from Lucas Clifford appeared on the screen, "Hey babe". I thought before replying, sending a "Hey Lucas"

Lucas:  It's hey Lucas now, not hey boo. He added a frowning emoji.

Me: Hey baby boo

Lucas: I'm coming over to your place tonight. I've really missed seeing your face.

Me: I miss you too

Lucas: Send me your pictures I leaned my back on the wall, took a cute selfie and sent it to him.

Lucas: Send me something kinky, send it to my second line, this one will almost go off

This was not the first time he was asking me to send kinky photos. He had a lot of my nudes on his phone. "Funny right, how I'm still a virgin but I have sent tons of nudes to my boyfriend, just topless ones though,"

I took off my top, trying my best to give a sexy pose as I took a selfie, exposing my tender breasts. Without hesitation, I forwarded the pictures to Lucas's second line. I put down my phone and waited for his reply. He gave no response. I picked up the phone wondering what the problem was, when a message appeared on my screen, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Didn't you like it?" I asked.

"I did, but I never asked you to send me any pictures."

"Huh," I stared at my phone in confusion, then it dawned on me that I had sent the picture to the wrong number. The number was saved as Clifford 2 on my phone. I panicked as I wondered who I had sent the lewd pictures to. "Who is this?" I asked.