Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 60 A Naive V*irgin (Genevieve Swan)
“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” I interjected, taking control of the conversation. The revelation felt bizarre, and I couldn’t fathom why Bellamy would leave the scene just to indulge in such a private act. Moreover, what picture was he referring to?
Bellamy took a deep breath; his nervousness was palpable. “After our argument, I returned to my pack and my condo. I was in the living room when I… started p*leasuring myself,” he confessed, clearly uncomfortable even discussing it and attempting to soften the statement. “I was using a picture of Genevieve.”
As he spoke, I noticed he was avoiding making direct eye contact with me and instead addressed Caspian, seemingly embarrassed and hesitant to talk to me directly.
“What picture of me?” I snapped my f*ingers in front of his face, a frown creasing my forehead. I had no clue what kind of pictures they had of mine, let alone one that Bellamy would resort to for such an i*ntimate act.
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“It was a picture that Caspian shared in the group chat,” Bellamy confessed, causing me to turn swiftly and catch Caspian visibly unsettled by the accusation. His guilty expression and nervous eye-rubbing were clear indicators of his involvement.
“What picture, and why on earth would you guys share my pictures in a group chat?” My frustration escalated, and I noticed how they all began to avert their gazes, unable to meet my angry stare.
“It’s, umm, a very artistic portrait of you,” Caspian stammered, attempting to deflect with flattery, but I wasn’t about to fall for that.
“Show me the picture,” I demanded, turning back to Bellamy and extending my hand towards him. I sensed Caspian was silently urging Bellamy not to comply, judging from the way he was eyeing him behind my back.
“Bellamy, do you really want me to stay angry with you?” I asked assertively, with a hint of certainty in my voice. Surprisingly, he complied, handing me his unlocked phone.
As I scrolled through the group chat, I came across the pictures they had taken of me earlier. I couldn’t deny that they looked good. It was somewhat unexpected to see myself looking so captivating in those s*eductive poses. Caspian had indeed captured some stunning shots, and despite my initial irritation, I couldn’t help but acknowledge his photography skills.
The fact that the pictures weren’t entirely explicit also played a part in me not feeling as offended. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little bashful as I saw the comments they had left below the images. Emre’s responses were laden with thirsty emojis, while Caspian went into vivid detail about my body, likening me to a goddess.
As I continued scrolling, I searched for Wolvin’s comment among the reactions. It seemed like his perspective on the pictures would hold a particular significance for me.
Wolvin: Guys don’t share what she wouldn’t want us to share.
As I read Wolvin’s comment in the group chat, which defended my privacy and boundaries, I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. On the one hand, I appreciated that he respected my wishes and saw him as a true gentleman. However, a part of me couldn’t ignore the slight disappointment that arose from his lack of interest in seeing me in a more i*ntimate context. It made me wonder if he didn’t find me attractive in that way or if there were other reasons for his distant behavior.
Observing how Ariel was constantly blowing up his phone with apologies, I fought the urge to snoop into their conversation. The fear of discovering that Bellamy was only with me due to the contract while harboring true feelings for Ariel made me feel like I was just a side option. I didn’t want to confront him and risk confirming my suspicions, so I resisted the temptation to delve into their private messages.
Handing the phone back to Bellamy, I straightened my back, trying to maintain composure.
“I didn’t know Ariel will act so crazily. I scolded her after I left this place. It was just that seeing her like that really upset me,” he explained that he hadn’t anticipated Ariel’s erratic behavior and had scolded her after leaving the place. He seemed genuinely sorry for the whole situation.
“Did you not feel even a little bit sorry for Genevieve? I mean, Ariel hit her so—,” Caspian, on the other hand, appeared to bring up the incident involving Ariel hitting me, attempting to gauge my feelings. I shot him a judgmental look.
“Hey, don’t do that. You knew I didn’t see her face clearly,” Bellamy was quick to defend himself, stating that he hadn’t seen my face clearly during the altercation.
At that moment, I felt a mix of emotions-confusion, frustration, and a tinge of hurt. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being caught in the middle of complicated dynamics between
Bellamy and Ariel. I needed clarity, but I also didn’t want to confront the truth if it meant confirming my fears about being second-best.
“I must say, you were so preoccupied with protecting Ariel that you didn’t even spare a glance at Genevieve, even when we informed you about the outrageous actions of your volatile girlfriend towards her. I understand your priorities lie with Ariel, but you should also consider that Genevieve is far more delicate than your tempestuous partner,” Caspian remarked in a hushed undertone, making an apologetic gesture with his shoulders and f*inger, hoping not to create a scene, though the matter weighed heavily on his mind.
Emre, who wasn’t usually the provoking type but had picked up some of Caspian’s traits from their close a*ssociation, chimed in, “Just observe him clenching his jaw when we mentioned Ariel’s instability. Yet, he never displays such aggression when anyone hurls similar insults at Genevieve.”
I couldn’t deny the truth in their words, and it dawned on me that my mates never stood up for me when these accusations or labels were flung in my direction. It stung, to say the least. “I’m going back home,” I muttered, my emotions getting the better of me as I brushed past Bellamy, even giving him an unintentional shoulder nudge.
“Wait! This isn’t fair. They’re merely attempting to manipulate you and turn you against me,” Bellamy hurriedly pursued me, a rare display of urgency and emotion from him. Until now, he had always maintained a distant and indifferent demeanor around me.
I have not seen him try to convince me that his feelings were not malicious, so that was new, and all I could think of was that maybe he was horny.
He did mention that he was m*asturbating to my picture, and then he found Emre and Caspian getting some heat from me. So, he might have thought he needed to play wisely as well.
“It’s not just you,” I halted, and as I turned around, I noticed a shared look of bewilderment between Caspian and Emre. “They’ve never truly cared about me, either. There has never been any genuine respect shown to me. They label me as a brat and hurl all sorts of insults at me, even going as far as calling me a whore when, in reality, I’m just an inexperienced and a naive v*irgin.”
I concluded my outburst and couldn’t help but observe the noticeable shift in their moods.