Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 301

Lydia POV

If there was anything I knew about Anna, it was that she was dying to know what went down yesterday night.

And I was dead-ass sure she already had an inkling about what happened.

Me and Anna had been friends for close to a year now. Yeah, roughly a year.

Let me just call it a year.

And in that time, I had learned quite a lot about this girl.

For one, Anna had absolutely no shame when it came to talking about her personal life, especially her sex life.

She had told me all about her sexual experiences with her husband on multiple occasions, and every single time, I was like, I’m not interested, girl. Keep seducing.

But when it came to me?

Suddenly, she was a journalist.

An investigator.

A detective.

And considering that I had the twins after my first intimacy with Dave, I didn’t really have a lot of sexual experience to begin with. At least, not compared to Anna.

So Anna was usually curious.

Very curious.

Curious, curious.

And I also knew there was absolutely no way I was getting out of this.

Because if I didn’t tell her, this girl would come to my house in person. And there was no way I was narrating my yesterday’s events to her in my house, where my twins were around.

Because this girl was a mad girl.

I still didn’t know why I had even seen her that day.

That supermarket.

Wrong life decision.

I shouldn’t have gone there that day.

I looked at her through the screen and immediately knew I was already in trouble.

“Um, excuse me, ma’am,” I said. “What are you talking about?”

She gave me that look.

That don’t even try it look.

“Girl, don’t even pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she said. “Because I saw you take like a two-minute—”

She paused.

“Not even two minutes. A one-minute break here. I was counting it. Sixty seconds before you started talking.”

I stared at her.

She continued.

“So, girl, I know things happened. So start listing them to me because there’s no way I’m letting you go like this.”

I groaned.

“Anna, please. I didn’t ask you to tell me about your experiences.”

“Excuse you?”

“But then you were listening. You could have hung up, yeah?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Lydia.”

“Anna, please.”

I rubbed my forehead.

“I’m having a nagging headache, you know? I just got my memory back and it’s been really bad, and my body’s aching me.”

She immediately narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, so…”

I knew that tone.

I knew exactly where she was going.

“And this whole headache and body ache is because you didn’t sleep properly last night,” she added quickly. “And this is not because of me calling.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then I mentally accepted my fate.

God.

I was never getting away from this.

So I sighed.

“Okay. So after I talked to Theo, I told Theo that nothing can actually work out between us, but I would love to have him as my brother or my friend.”

Anna’s expression changed immediately.

“And he was like, nah, brother, like I shouldn’t do that to him.”

Anna’s mouth fell open.

“Please,” she said. “You told my brother you want him to be your brother. Doesn’t he have me as a sister? Am I not enough as a sister? You want him to be your brother?”

I frowned.

“Yes. My brother.”

“Oh my God.”

She put a hand dramatically over her chest.

“Poor Theo. Heart—”

She shook her head.

“So sad.”

I couldn’t help laughing.

“Continue, Lydia,” she said, waving her hand at me. “Let’s go. I know you know what I want to hear. Continue.”

I sighed again.

“So I said, um, after that, he left. And then I went back to the room, yeah, and, um, having to meet Dave…”

I paused.

Anna leaned closer to her screen.

I already regretted starting.

“I entered the room and I was like, um, carry me.”

Anna’s eyebrows shot up.

“Soooo?”

I lowered my voice.

“My God, Anna, I’m not really going into details for you. I’ve already tried. Just use your imagination for the rest.”

She gasped.

“Excuse you, ma’am?”

I laughed despite myself.

“Please, please, please, please. My imagination is not working this time around.”

She pointed at herself through the screen.

“Just in case you don’t know, I just recently launched a campaign for my brand. I already used up my imagination. There’s nothing I can use my imagination for at the moment.”

I shook my head.

“Anna…”

“So?”

I sighed.

She leaned even closer.

I lowered my voice again and whispered to her ear—well, as much as I could through a video call—and told her that I wanted him in every aspect.

There was a brief silence.

Then Anna’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Lydia, are you for real?”

She covered her mouth.

“Oh my—”

She started laughing, clearly overwhelmed by whatever she was thinking.

“You guys had it in you…”

She shook her head dramatically.

“Oh my God. You’re so bad. And with all these spicy information, my husband is not here.”

She looked around dramatically.

“Oh my God, oh my God. I’m alone. My husband is not around.”

I burst out laughing.

“But it’s fine,” she continued. “We’ll fast-forward to the rest. But you must tell me.”

I said, “That’s all.”

“Ma’am, please don’t get me triggered.”

Her expression changed immediately.

“Do you know I almost killed myself to save you? To get—make you get your memory back? I could have died. I could have died.”

Shame.

I couldn’t say this out loud.

She looked at me expectantly.

“Girl, better say that before I come to your house.”

She paused.

I covered part of my face.

“Um…”

I hesitated.

“I think it was about two hours.”

Her eyes widened.

“And the styles, I didn’t really know, Anna, I swear. I’m not even lying about this, but then I didn’t—I don’t know a lot of these things.”

She looked personally offended.

“Describe to me.”

“Girl, you’re pushing a lot.”

“This is it.”

“This is it.”

I was hiding my face in the corner, wishing I could somehow disappear from my own bedroom.

Anna was blushing so hard.

And then—

Guess what?

Guess what at the entrance of my door?

It was Dave.

Because me, literally, I had finished from—because I was so focused on Anna with the video call, I had my back to my door, and I forgot that I didn’t lock my door.

I didn’t even realize he had walked in.

I was too busy covering my face in shame, trying to survive Anna’s interrogation.

Then I finally turned around.

And there he was.

Standing at the entrance of my door.

Dave.

Just standing there.

Watching me.

I froze.

For a second, my brain completely stopped working.

My eyes widened.

His expression was unreadable for exactly one second before the corner of his mouth slowly lifted.

Oh.

My.

God.

I looked at my phone.

Then at him.

Then back at my phone.

Anna was still on the screen.

And somehow, I knew she had probably seen him too.

I wanted the earth to open beneath me.

I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to rewind the last twenty minutes of my life and tell myself to shut up.

Instead, I just stared at Dave.

Oh God.

I swallowed.

“Anna…”

My voice came out barely above a whisper.

“This is going to be the end of me.”