Deceived - Part 3 Chloe's Revenge Read Online Free Page B

How did that happen?” she inquired rapid fire, barely giving me a chance to answer, as she flopped cross legged on the one available open space on the couch. Using her fingers as a comb, she tied her long blonde “morning hair” up into a knotted ponytail. Andrea was one of those girls who was always fiddling with her hair, tossing it back, raking it with her fingers, or something, as if stroking her own hair gave her as much pleasure as it did to Joe, Bob, Bill, or whoever she happened to be with at the moment.
    “That’s a long story, but let’s just say, I’m very grateful that he came to Paris to get me,” I said with a smile, as I had no intention of going into more details about what had happened in that dark alley with Francisco. If only I could forget that I had ever met that sadistic asshole. I was embarrassed at how I had let myself get into such a dangerous situation with that man, all because I desperately wanted to show Patrick that I could find someone else, move on and live without him. Or, maybe I was trying to prove it to myself, either way, it was a hard lesson in life that I had learned.
     Suddenly, I heard a loud thump coming from the bathroom. Oh shit. Beauty Queen’s got company leftover from last night in there. The bathroom door sprang open, and out walked the “Incredible Hulk”, a square-jawed, handsome, twenty-something guy, surrounded by a cloud of steam, wearing nothing but what looked like a tea towel against his massive bulk, around his waist. The guy was so adept at bodybuilding that he had to walk out sideways just to clear the frame of the bathroom door. My jaw dropped and I stood there with my mouth hanging open. Now it was my turn to have a stupid expression on my face.
    “Oh, that’s Jim...John I mean,” Andrea said, casually waving a hand in his direction, in a weak attempt to introduce us. She turned her attention to one of the half open magazines laying in front of her on the coffee table and began flipping through the pages.
    “And you are...” John inquired in a testosterone laden voice, as he walked towards me down the hall. I silently prayed he wouldn’t let go of that towel just to try to shake hands. Although I’m sure it would have been a nice sight, I wasn’t interested in seeing any guy’s “junk” other than Patrick’s.
    “Very busy, and annoyed to come home to this,” I spouted out, trying to haul my two large bags towards my bedroom.
    “Let me help you with those. So sorry for the mess. I didn’t even know Andrea had a roommate,” John said, still clutching the towel with one hand that barely stretched around his body. Grabbing a bag easily with one hand, he slung them into my room, one at a time.
    “Sorry, John. I’m Chloe,” I replied, over the top of my luggage and stepped into my room as he finished. “I didn’t mean to be rude.” I continued as he stood outside my bedroom door in the hall. “Thanks, I guess...” I said sheepishly and he gave me a nod. I closed the door behind me, relieved that his towel hadn’t fallen loose and glad to finally be alone. I crashed on my bed exhausted, and grabbed my iPhone to text Elyse”:
    “Hey girl, I’m finally back in town. Let’s do lunch today. xx”
    She immediately text back:
    “You got it, hun. Dying to hear all about it. Let’s meet at 1:00 at Rosie’s.”
    Suddenly my lack of sleep from the jetlag caved in on me like a ton of bricks and I opted for a short nap before starting the Mt. Everest of laundry waiting for me.

Chapter 4
    A harsh metallic sound repetitively drilled into my skull. Dazed and confused, I grabbed my head with both hands to make it stop, but it was only the ring of my phone, tunneling its way into my brain. I reached out and snatched it off the nightstand, groaning, as I felt like I’d been hit by a Mack truck.
    “Hello...” I rasped in a hoarse voice. I could see from the screen it was Elyse.
    “Hey, Chloe, I’m just gonna be ten minutes late. See you in a