Her Substitute Groom

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It’s been over one week since I left Khan’s house that day, and guess what? He hasn’t called me since then after he was sure that I moved back in with my parents. It’s been killing me slowly, especially whenever I thought about the sex I had with him, but then, it was all my fault. I mean, I seduced him, so I shouldn’t have expected less from him.

It was a Friday night and my last day of being in this house for a while because I would be starting college on Monday, so I needed to leave tomorrow for my school which was in California.

“Are you done packing your things?” Mom walked into my room and asked, but I shook my head.

“Not yet, Mom,” I replied to her as she say beside me on the bed, and she rolled he eyes.

“What am I going to do with you? You are such a lazy ass. You were waiting for me to come help you do it, right?” She scoffed as she reached for my clothes which were on the bed, and started to fold them one after the other.

“Are you ok? You don’t look fine,” Her voice brought me out of my trance, and I glanced at her at her.

“Hmm. I’m fine,” I replied to her, but deep inside me, I wasn’t fine. I wanted to see Khan even though he might not want to see me. I needed to be sure of his feelings for me. Who knows, maybe he had a little bit of feelings for me. I had no idea why I was thinking that, but a part of me believed he would.

“Are you sure? You know you can talk to me, right?” Mom held my hand and spoke to me calmly, but talking to her about it was the last thing I would do. Yes, I was already an adult, old enough to handle a relationship or be in love, but with my brother’s best friend? Mom won’t be in support of it, and I didn’t want anyone that would jinx things for me.

“Yes, I’m fine, Mom…” I forced a smile and she gave me a long unconvinced stare before she shrugged and continued to fold my clothes for me.

“Uhm… Mom… Can I go out for a moment? I want to take a walk in the garden and get fresh air,” I asked after a long silence, and she nodded.

“Of course, you can do that. I will help you fold your clothes and arrange your things too,” I could barely wait for her to finish her words before I dashed out of the room after I picked up my phone.

I walked briskly down the walkway and when I got to the staircase, I descended it as fast as my legs could carry me. I was glad my Dad wasn’t in the living room, so leaving the house was easier than I thought.

“Is it worth it?” I stopped once I stepped out of the house, and asked myself. Going out this late to see the person that probably doesn’t give a damn about me. Is it worth it? I asked myself, but regardless, I needed to ask him this question on my mind and also say my last goodbye to him before I left for school tomorrow.

Taking my car was the last thing on my mind, so I just dashed out of the house and ordered an Uber which arrived in less than five minutes, and the ride to his apartment began.

“We are here,” The Uber driver announced as he pulled over in front of Khan’s mansion about twenty-five minutes later, and I quickly stepped out of the car.

“I’ll be back,” I said to the Uber driver since he would be taking me back home, and I proceeded into Khan’s compound. Strangely, his gate wasn’t locked, but it was luck for me. My heart skipped when I got into his compound and found his car parked at the garage.

My heart thumped heavily with every step I took and when I finally got to the entrance door, I pressed the doorbell but got no answer.

“Is he not home yet?” I mumbled, but his car being in the parking lot was the answer I needed. He was around probably inside.

His passcode was his birthday and since I already knew it during the time I was here, I just inputted it and the door unlocked. I pushed it open and walked inside subconsciously, but I regretted ever coming here immediately because of the horrible sight that welcomed me when I walked inside. Khan was right there in his living room, making out with a woman.

My jaw dropped to the ground and my heart wrenched painfully as I stared in shock, not knowing how to react to this. Whether I should scream or burst into tears.

They were so engrossed in the shit they were doing that none of them noticed that I’d been standing.

“Khan!” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I yelled his name, and he flinched, pulling away from the woman almost immediately.

“Shit!” I could swear that I heard him curse under his breath as he adjusted his trousers and stood up to his feet. The budge in his trousers was something I didn’t fail to notice.

“Claire… Wh… what are you doing here?” He stuttered as he turned to face me with shock and guilt written on his face.

“Fuck! Who is this?” The lady she was making out with, asked as she glared at me.

“Get out of my house this minute. I don’t want to come back here and meet you,” I heard him say to the lady as I walked out of his house and slammed the door behind me.

More tears streamed down my cheeks as I scurried toward the gate. Now I understood why my brother had warned me severally to stay away from him, now it occurred to me that Connor had just been trying to protect me from his friend who was going to break my heart. Why the fuck did I fall for someone like him of all people? Why did it have to be him?

“Claire, wait up, please… Listen to me,” He called my name as his footsteps drew close behind me, but I didn’t stop to look at him. However, he held my hand and pulled me back just before I reached the gate.

“Let go of me!” I yanked his hand off and looked at him with disgust.

“Why are you here this late? Are your parents not home again?” Here I was, thinking he was going to apologize to me for what he did, but I was mistaken. I guess I expected too much. Why should I even expect an apology from him when there was nothing special between us? For fuck’s sake, he never asked me out, he told me that I was still a kid and not his kind of woman, I was the one that seduced him and he had sex with me, so what fucking right do I have to be mad at him and expect an apology from him? I guess I was just being delusional.

“Uhm… Nothing… I’m sorry for barging into you like that. I just came to… Uhm… I forgot something here, so I came to get it,” I lied to him, and he stared at me for a few seconds.

“Oh, alright. You should come in and get it then. You don’t have to leave,” He said to me, but I quickly shook my head.

“No, don’t worry. I’ll come back for it tomorrow,” I said to him and without waiting for another second, I dashed out of his house and went to hop in the backseat of the cab that was still waiting for me.

“Are you ok, miss?” The driver asked me as I broke down in tears.

“Get me out of here, please,” I snapped at him, and he quickly started the car. There was still a little hope left in me before I got here, but it seemed like I’d been delusional. I was only holding on to nothing and making things in my head. I meant nothing to him. To him, I was just his best friend’s sister and who knows, maybe a seductress too…