Chapter 3

Not far from there, Sophie had decided to meet one of her best friends in a college bar. one of her best friends: Julie De Saint Germain. A student who had arrived at the beginning of her first year and with whom she had quickly established a very strong friendship. She was a very chic and pretty girl. She was very elegant. Her long bob and green eyes were a hit with the local male population.

Sophie admired Julie for her ability to be open-minded about her sexuality. The young brunette had such a hard time with it... sex. She didn't really feel comfortable with Henry. She had really loved him and she would have liked to be able to respond to his desires, but the bastard had been so good at it.

Sophie wasn't what you'd call a good lay. She was the exact opposite. After telling her friend everything, Sophie felt a little better. Julie had always had that effect on her. She really was a good girl.

- You know if you want, you can come over to my house, and...

Julie stopped talking and stared at a point behind Sophie.

- Hey Julie, what's wrong?

- Uh... Sophie, don't turn around...

Too late!

Sophie was more shocked. Henry and Claire were standing by the bar, hand in hand. Soaking wet... No, she couldn't believe it... It had been three years since they were friends. They were no longer friends. And all this time she had been planning her revenge.

From the crowd you could hear: "Henry Jenkins is really so hot!" Some: "Did you know that he had been cheating on his girlfriend for months?" Or, "They just had sex in the campus locker room!

Sophie's stomach ached with disgust... She was heartbroken.

- I've got to get going. I'll see you later.

- Sophie, wait!

But the young woman did not listen to her friend. Tears rolled down her cheeks without her being able to control them. She had to get away from here at all costs.

"So Claire is better than me? I'm not sexy enough?" Sophie was determined to prove to these obnoxious people that she could be more than a bookworm.

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- Ah! There you are at last! You old rascal.

Jim stood by the Black Shelter leaning against his car. It was a beautiful red Lamborghini. A little gem, just like me.

- You old rascal? Seriously boss, is that the best you could come up with?

Michael was just like Jim a very handsome man. He had brown hair and light eyes, a charming smile. Always dressed with great taste and elegance. One would have thought he was French.

On the contrary, Jim was the ultimate bad boy. Dressed in black or dark color, only his silver signet ring brought a little sparkle to his outfit. If he wasn't wearing his leather jacket, a long black coat did the trick in winter.

- No boss for you bro. Just, Jim.

The two friends tapped each other on the shoulder in a friendly manner and decided to go into the bar. It was night, the sun had just set. Tonight, Jim had come to relax, and he was going to enjoy it.

Sitting at their usual table, Jim and Michael were discussing a thorny subject: "How's your case going? With the old financial mobster?"

- He owes me $2 million Michael, this kind of business has no beginning and no end. I just want my money. And to tell you the truth, it's his son who owes me, not his father. That'll make it even easier!

Jim smiled a satisfied smile. At times like this, Michael knew not to contradict him. Jim had a plan in mind. Suddenly, screams rang out from the bar's entrance.

- Ah! Get off my back! Get your paws off me right now!

Jim turned to see where the screaming was coming from. He discovered a beautiful young girl. A slender body, pretty breasts, ocean blue eyes and long, curly, brown hair.

Jim wanted to put his hands inside. The gang leader was shocked that such a beautiful creature was hanging out here. She was surrounded by a group of men who didn't look fresh anymore. One of them was the cause of her screams, he had his hand under her skirt.

Jim did not know her and he did not care much about people in general, but by not knowing very well why, he rose abruptly of his chair. He went towards the group of men and shouted to them with a clear and authoritative voice and authoritative voice:

- Drop it right now.

- Hey, who are you? Her boyfriend?"

- I said. Let go of her."

Jim 's gaze was cold and hard as steel. If that drunkard didn't leave this girl alone, he'd make her wish she'd never been born.

- Oh, it's okay huh! I'm not doing anything wrong, sir.

- Get the hell out of here. And bring your clique with you.

He raised his hands in peace and walked away.