Cherry's POV
I managed to get home, still red and burning! I mean what was happening to me? Everything felt like a dream, Spending a night in Nathan's house? Did I really just spend a night at Nathan's house? What on earth was going on? And the way he said my name… he remembered it. He called me Cherry!
But I couldn't get that girl Tasha out of my head, It was obvious he liked her. The way he looked at her, the way he talked to her… it was different. I'd heard rumors that he was deeply in love with her, and today I confirmed it. Ugh, what a lucky girl.
Well, to be honest, she kind of deserved it. She was really pretty! But she didn't have to play so hard to get. That stuff drives us fans crazy! If she ends up hurting Nathan, we won't sit back quietly, I swear!
I must be out of my mind I chuckled at my own silly thoughts. With three part-time jobs, I barely had time to think about romance or drama. I worked at a cocktail bar, a makeup salon, and did food delivery. The salon was only on weekends, but the bar was every night. I squeezed deliveries in whenever I had free time after classes.
I didn't choose this life because I wanted to hustle nonstop, no! I did it because I had to pay for my college fees.
After my dad passed, Mom married a rich tycoon just two months later. I hated that marriage; she didn't even give herself time to grieve. I was so against it. She didn't listen. So I refused her help, her money, her gifts; she still sent them, but I sent them right back. I didn't want anything from her world.
I'd rather work my ass off than take her money. She made her choices, and I'll make mine. I'm not letting her drag me into her mess. I have pride, you know?
I heard she was being mistreated by the tycoon's daughter. I didn't care. She made her bed. Every time we met, she insisted I meet the tycoon and his bratty daughter. Why should I? I told her not to interfere with my life.
We've never met, not in the four years she's been married. I don't even know the guy's name
I once saw Mom on the news, with some headline about the billionaire's new wife, but I turned the TV off immediately. I didn't care. I had Grandma, at least. She lived in the countryside, but she visited sometimes and called me every single day. She was my rock. I always replied to her.
Then I heard a knock on the door.
Belinda.
"Belinda!" I hugged her tight.
"What happened? Why weren't you picking up?" she asked, frowning.
"Sit down," I said, barely able to hold my excitement. "And don't freak out when I tell you this."
"Oooh, girl, you got me hyped now," she said, taking a seat.
"I spent a night at Nathan's house!"
She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd stay that way. "Here you go again with your crazy dreams. I'm sick of this."
"I mean it, Belinda! I'm serious this time!"
"Okay, Cherry. So what? You two slept together? Don't tell me he gave you the bed and he took the couch. Oh wow, how romantic. I'm sooo jealous," she said sarcastically.
"Oh my goodness!" I gasped, remembering something. "I left my motorcycle at Nathan's house!"
"Please, my dear friend," Belinda groaned. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Nooo! I'm supposed to deliver food after school. This is so bad!" I panicked.
"Stooopit," she said, laughing.
"Okay—look at this! Is this enough proof?" I pulled out my phone and showed her the selfie.
Her eyes widened like saucers. "Wait—what?!"
"I told you!" I jumped up. "I don't have time to explain, I gotta go!"
"Go where?" she asked, still frozen.
"Nathan's house."
"Take me with you! No, wait—give me your signature! You're famous!" she squealed.
"Calm down," I said, dragging her up. "Let's use your car. We need to get there fast."
"You mean it?"
"Shut up and move! Let's go!"
We raced to Nathan's house. I still remember the way perfectly. But once we got to the gate, the security guard stopped us.
"Ugh. I must be crazy. I almost believed you," Belinda muttered. "Are you still dreaming, Cherry?"
"I don't have time to explain—"
"Shut up. Let's go to campus before we miss more class," she said, grabbing my hand.
"Wait… sir, please! Can you call Nathan and tell him Cherry is here? I just want to get my motorcycle, please!" I begged.
"I'm really sorry for the trouble," Belinda added with a small bow. "Please forgive us, sir."
The guard made a call, and I held my breath. He told us to wait.
"Let's go before they call the cops," Belinda said, but then we saw him, Nathan walking toward us.
Belinda nearly fainted.
"Well, well! We're seeing each other often these days, Ms. Cherry," Nathan said with that signature smirk.
"I….I'm sorry… I forgot to take my—"
"You don't have to be sorry." He took my phone "I told Marc to get your motorcycle fixed. Here's his number, call him."
He handed my phone back casually, like it was no big deal.
Meanwhile, Belinda's jaw was on the ground.