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Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 

“Please come over.” I cried pressing the phone to my ear. 

I chose to go to my room to make the call. My phone  was in there anyway but I knew the main reason I stayed  there was because I was beyond embarra*sed to stay in  mom and dad’s presense.

Of all things that had happened to me. This one was the  worst and most embarra*sing. 

“Baby what’s wrong?” Blake’s frantic voice asks on the  other end. My fingers dig into my scalp as I tug at my  black inky tresses harshly. 

I hear the sound of his hasty footsteps. He was running. “They saw it.” I whispered, my throat aching and heart  hurting behind my chest. 

“Saw what? Baby what are you saying? Who are they?”  He rushed out confused. I hear the loud slam of the door  on his end. 

“The picture of us. My mom and dad saw it.” I cried  clenching the material of my tie dye cotton shorts. 

“Shit! Do you mean…” He drawled out. I hear the panic  in his voice. Obviously Blake was scared of my dad’s  reaction. Dad can be very intimidating when needs to be. 

I nod but realize he could not exactly see me. “Yes.” I  croaked out. 

The image of dad’s disappointed face and the shocked  look on mom’s face had a fresh wave of tears flowing  down my cheeks. Will they ever see me the same again?

“F*ck! I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He says. I hear the  rumble of his motorcycle and the call ends. I feel dread  wash over me. What if he gets there and dad kills him? 

Nausea crawls up my throat. I rush to the bathroom to  puke into the toilet. Almost missing the toilet bowl. 

My throat burned as tears welled up in my eyes. My  parents just saw a picture of me getting F*cked by my  boyfriend. Could this day get any worse? 

“Ashley get down here!” It’s dad’s voice. It has been  eight minutes. Eight minutes of me staring at my  reflection in the mirror. I was still in the bathroom, not  wanting to leave. 

My eyes are red, bloodshot from crying. My cheeks were  puffer than usual and hair a mess from running my  hands through it many times. I looked like I just got out  from a horror film or worse, the grave. 

Did I feel embarra*sed to show my face again to my  parents? Yes. Did I want to crawl into a hole and die?  Absolutely and I’d never want to come back.

I could not let my eyes drift down my body. Too  ashamed to look. I felt disgusting, like a whore. I feared  I’d judge my body so I chose to stare at my face. 

“Ashley!” Dad shouts again. It is then I hear the low  rumble of a motorcycle slowing down on our street. 

It’s Blake. I better go down before dad actually does kill  him. I would not want to explain to the police as to why  my father killed my boyfriend. 

I sighed and leave the bathroom. I amble down the stairs  my head bowed. I hear the door open and lift my head  to see that it was dad who opened it. Waiting patiently  as Blake nears. 

From where I am I could see how tense he was. I knew he  was afraid but schooled his features. As soon as he is  beside the door, dad reaches for his shirt and clenches it  in his fist. And pulls him inside roughly. 

 

Blake doesn’t expect it and stumbles forward. I gasp,  striding quickly towards them. “You touched my  daughter!” Dad roared pushing Blake to the wall. Blake  doesn’t try to move out of his grip. 

“Dad what are you doing!?” I screeched reaching beside  them. Dad snaps his eyes to me and glares. “Stay out of 

this Ashley.” He grits and turns his attention back to a  surprised Blake. 

Mom bolts towards him in surprise. “Asher what are you  doing?!” She questions in shock. But dad ignores her. 

“Did I not tell you that you have to marry her before  going down on her?” He grits, glaring into Blake’s blue  orbs. 

Blake’s eyes turn to face me then turn to face dad. He  gulps. “I’m sorry Mr. Grey, I was-“ 

“I was what? Thinking with your d*ck?” Dad hisses  pushing Blake further into the wall. 

“Asher, unhand Blake right now!” Mom gasped out. 

“Dad it’s not his fault! I wanted it!” I cried. I was so  thankful that Arden was at Rosalie’s. I really didn’t want  him to witness this. 

“Asher!” Mom roars angrily. 

Dad glares at Blake before dropping him completely and  takes a step back.

Blake makes a move to come beside me but one heated  glare from dad has him thinking otherwise. 

“Mr. Grey I am sorry that you had to find out this way  and even more that you saw it. It wasn’t my intention to  disappoint you-“ 

“You damn right you did!” Dad hisses cutting him off. 

“Dad please calm down.” I pleaded. My bottom lip  trembles. 

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