Chapter 67: I fucking love you
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I didn't want to believe a single word out of his mouth but it was difficult not to, knowing that one thing he said was true. Lynn did go through a messy divorce last year but I didn't believe for one second that she did drug him through mud. As far as the other details, I was nervous about them.
What tabloid is in London?! And the biggest question is! Is Melissa Martinez her sister? Fuck me!.
"I don't believe you", i growled out, trying so hard not to let him have the upper hand on me.
"No?! Here let me show you",
A second later, a message beeped through. I clicked on it right away and the photo I saw on the screen made me fucking furious. It was a photo of that play boy prince from London leaning forward to whisper in Lynn's ear. They were dangerously close. Then there was another photo of Lynn getting into an expensive looking car with that bastard's hand on her lower back.
"This doesn't prove anything", I argued.
"It doesn't. Then why is Francis going around telling the tabloids that he is sleeping with a porn star's girlfriend?. He has even name's dropped you, Drake!",
There was so much anger pumping through me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to fly to London and take that mother fucker out or if I wanted to march over to Lynn's house and demand answers.
"She is playing you, Drake. You a wealthy man and she knows it. Hell! Her sister is probably on it. You remember when Melissa was obsessive over you! The bitch wouldn't leave you alone and it was a PR nightmare for me. Watch your back with her, Drake. She racked her husband last year through mud and walked away with a lot of million bucks.
My entire body was wound up tight and I was seconds away from exploding. I couldn't stand here any longer. Hanging up on Kristoph, I lunged for the back door and stormed over to Lynn's house. There was so much anger running through me and I needed this cleared up.
I banged on her back door so hard that I almost put a hole in it. Lynn came into view and the shocked expression on her face only fueled my anger and I didn't know why.
She cracked open the door before looking over her shoulder. "I thought I said to come over after seven", She whispered.
"Why are you whispering? Is someone in here ? Is it Francis?", I pushed through the door ,not caring that she didn't invite me in.
"What are you talking about? Of course that asshole isn't here! What has gotten into you, Drake?",
Spinning to face her, I held up my phone to her so that she could see the pictures Kristoph just sent me, but I pulled my phone away quickly before she could fully see the screen.
"This is what has gotten into me!", I nearly shouted.
"Are you playing me, Lynn?",
Her mouth opened and closed several times but she still said nothing.
"I swear to God, Lynn if you don't start talking. I'm going to fucking explode", I shoved my phone back into my pocket and ran my hand through my hair.
"Tell me that you aren't coming after me for some sick prank your sister wants to pull on me",
Her shocked expression whipped up to my eyes and it honestly looked like she was offended.
"What the fuck are you even talking about?! I haven't spoken to my sister in years! Where this coming from? And why are you yelling at me? I'm the one who should be yelling at you!", She screamed back with tears filling her eyes.
I took a few deep breaths, trying not to flip out on her as I tried to assess the situation. She genuinely seemed like she had no idea of what was going on or what I was talking about.
"Please tell me nothing happened between you and Francis......", I had to hear her say that.
She scoffed. "I need you to get the fuck out of my house! How dare you come over in my house and accuse me of fucking him?! ", She shoved me in the chest, making me stumble back a few steps. "You the one who fucks different women behind my back, a shameless man whore!",
That stung but I deserved it because it was true.
"Lynn",
"Get out.......", She screamed loudly, shoving at my chest again. "I never want to see you again", She added.
I let her successfully push me towards the back door but I held strong in the doorway, not letting her slam the door on my face just yet.
"Lynn I won't let you push me out of this door until we have talked about this"
"There is nothing left to talk about! You let one little tabloid and a bit of dirt on me and my family tarnish any truth I could have told you. Look at you",
"I'm looking and that's why I'm here goddammnit! I fucking love you and it's tearing me apart",
She let out a sob and shook her head.
"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have believed any of the things you accusing me right now", She gripped the door and tried to shut it on me.
"I need you to leave, Drake?", She cried out.
"Lynn",
My head whipped up and caught Luis standing in the kitchen doorway staring at us. I didn't know he was here and now I felt like a bigger asshole.
Her best friend just heard everything. Now I have to explain to two people. Fuck me.
