[Bianca]
Just as I stuck my hand into Brianna's suitcase to look for a passport and plane ticket, a lazy voice hit the back of my ears.
"Hey baby. I thought you and Macy were doing wedding stuff," Jason said, his voice laced with alarm.
I bit down so hard on my lower lip that I tasted blood. Silent tears streamed down my face. Tempted to turn around and punch him in the dick, I continued digging instead.
"Let's fuck again before she gets home," Brianna's bubbly voice slurred as she entered the common area.
My blood ran cold. White hot fury tore through me as I whipped around towards them, glaring daggers at their traitorous faces.
They were both buck naked. His puny dick had shrunk back to almost non-existent. He covered his junk. The sight made me laugh.
"Like I didn't know what I was settling for. Jay please," I said, wiping away the tears.
"Baby, listen. Let's talk, okay?" Jason began, throwing on his boyish grin.
That smile used to fix everything. Now I wanted to kick his teeth in so that he could never use it on me again.
"BB, there isn't time. Paparazzi will swarm your apartment building in a matter of minutes. Get the fuck out of there. I'll deal with them," said Macy, ever the calm problem solver.
Like me, she'd been putting up with Brianna's shit for years. At least she got a paycheck out of it. What the fuck was I doing it for?
"BB, I can explain," Brianna began, her grey orbs brimming with tears. "I'm such a fuck up. It was just once. It wasn't even good. I swear."
"Hey, I'm a great lay," Jason said defensively.
"Your dick doesn't do much for a girl, Jay. No offense," she retorted. "I helped you dodge a bullet, BB. Honestly," she said, rushing towards me.
I knew she was drunk out of her mind, but fuck if I didn't want to mess her face up anyway. She was right though. The man I fell for had disappeared over the years. This sad sack of shit was all that was left. Why the fuck did I stay?
"Forget about her. It was just a lay, baby. I missed you so much," said Jason, taking a step in my direction.
A million accusations and curses flooded my brain. Once again, the practical side of me won out. I stepped back.
Something was brewing in the background and it had to do with me. I needed to deal with it.
"Stay the fuck away from me. Please don't stop fucking on my account. You can have his little nicknack," I said, locating Brianna's passport and plane ticket at last. Deciding to just take the whole handbag altogether, I added, "I have a plane to catch."
"But I've been waiting years to—" Brianna began with a pout.
"Save it. We both know I have earned at least this fucking vacation while standing in for your ass over the years. Whatever the fuck you did that's making me famous on social media, fix it," I hissed at her, before zeroing in on Jason. "Have your shit out of my apartment by the time I get back."
Oh it was going to hurt like a bitch before this was over. It wasn't just Jason I gave everything to after all. My twin was just as much of a leech. She was a flake and I was her enabler. I was half of her damn modeling career. Whenever she went AWOL, I took her place.
Getting from my apartment to the airport was a blur. I cried like a baby, screaming my lungs out.
"Stupid fuck. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," I cried out as I sat behind the wheel of my car, racing to get to the airport.
And he's the worst thing that ever happened to me, a little voice in the back of my head taunted me.
The slut was so busy using Jason's dick she almost missed her plane. This exclusive vacation cost her everything she had, but she swore up and down it would be worth it. That she had a plan. Brianna's plans never ended well, but fuck it. I wasn't about to let a luxury vacation on a billionaire's private island go to waste.
"Just like another modeling gig, only longer," I told myself with a gulp, as I rushed to make it to the gate of my flight.
Priority boarding was what ended up saving me. I boarded the plane just in the nick of time. Only once I was surrounded by the comforts of first class did I finally check my phone. Choosing to avoid my socials for the present, I typed Brianna Chase into a search engine. Headlines jumped out at me.
Brianna Chase Scandal: 'Fake' Nudes Leave Fans Stunned!
Will The Real Brianna Chase Please Stand Up?
Brianna Chase Lookalike Exposed! Chaos Erupts Online!
Nation in Shock: Brianna Chase Nudes An AI Hoax?
Brianna Chase Lookalike Nudes Break the Internet
From Shock to Confusion: Brianna Chase's 'Nude Leak' Sparks International Frenzy!
It was a small miracle that I made it onto the plane without being mistaken for my sister. Now, even in first class, the whispers were starting.
"Just fucking great. Well you're famous now, aren't you, Brat?" I said with a sigh.
I poured through an article to get the details. I thought nothing could shock me at this point. Until I finally understood the meaning of the headlines. My blood ran cold as my name appeared in the articles. A statement by an anonymous source claimed that the nudes were mine, not Brianna's.
"What the fuck?" I barked, a fresh bout of anger flooding my senses.
The email from my firm rescinding my internship finally made sense. I risked a glance at the eyes on me. Pity swam in the orbs of the celebs surrounding me. It was a small mercy that I was in first class. The attention was therefore minimal, but the stares had me squirming in my seat just the same.
"This way, Miss Chase. You've been reassigned," said the flight attendant carefully, a smile frozen on her face.
"By who?" I spat out, clinging to my phone as I started scrolling again.
The comments and posts on my socials were brutal. The slut shaming was unending from esteemed peers and potential employers alike. I was ruined. Forget a top law firm. No one would hire me now.
"Compliments of Mr. Hunter. Please, this way
," said a male voice behind her, dismissing the flight attendant and taking her place.