Chapter 3
Freen partied hard to shake off work frustration. Becky, on the other hand, had her own way—a new face, a new night, a new distraction.
They both had their methods of blowing off steam. And they were both very aware of each other’s.
But not this weekend.
Because this weekend was family dinner. And when we say family, we mean FreenBecky family.
On a night when they could have been anywhere else, doing whatever they wanted, they were instead sitting across from each other at the dinner table—while their families laughed, talked, and acted like the best of relatives.
Becky’s dad never missed a chance to praise Freen. Freen’s dad never missed an opportunity to show his affection for Becky, always pointing out how she took care of herself so well. Their moms? Overjoyed. Nothing made them happier than having everyone together like this after so long.
Then, there was BonBon—Becky’s family dog. And BonBon, just like everyone else, loved Freen.
That was Becky’s limit.
Without a word, she scooped BonBon off Freen’s lap, turned on her heel, and stomped off to her room.
Freen’s mom sighed. "You two are fighting again, aren’t you?"
"Oh no, Mom, it’s all her." Freen shrugged, still eating. "She’s always grumpy."
"You know how bad her mood swings are," Becky’s mom added.
"Hey, no one talks badly about Becky," Freen’s dad cut in, instantly coming to Becky’s defense.
"Freen," he continued, "go to her room and make sure you two don’t ruin this family gathering. I know you must have teased her or something."
Freen groaned, rolled her eyes, and dropped her fork.
Great. Just great.
As she stood up to leave, her mom shot her dad a look. "Why do you always talk to her like that?"
"Yeah," Becky’s mom agreed, "they’re kids. Let them be. You know how they are."
Freen was halfway up the staircase when her dad called after her—
"Bring Becky back down. You two should spend time with us."
Another eye roll. Another sigh.
But she went to Becky’s room anyway.
Without knocking, Freen walked right in—as if she owned the place.
Technically, this was Becky’s home. But this house held too many of Freen’s childhood memories.
Bitter ones.
Fights.
Endless arguments.
"Princess, oh princess," Freen dramatically flopped onto the couch, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your loyal subjects are calling for you downstairs. Please, my highness, grant them your presence, or they might just starve to death."
BonBon—the little traitor—leaped from Becky’s lap onto Freen’s.
"Oh, my babyyy!Come here!" Freen cooed, instantly showering the dog with affection.
"Can’t you knock? It’s not your damn f— room!" Becky snapped, sitting on her bed with her arms crossed, hating how even BonBon seemed to like Freen more.
"Oh, I’m sorry," Freen smirked, not even looking up. "I thought you were waiting for me."
"In your dre—" Becky stopped herself.
She remembered.
The last time she had said that line, things had escalated in ways she wasn’t ready to admit.
So, she quickly changed the subject. "You’re so full of yourself."
"Thank you," Freen said smugly, still playing with BonBon.
Becky groaned. "You go. I’m not interested in that circus downstairs."
Freen sighed, putting BonBon down. Then, without warning, she walked to Becky's bed and closed the distance between them.
Becky felt it instantly—the way her heartbeat betrayed her. How everything suddenly became about Freen.
Freen, Freen, Freen.
Becky thought to herself clenched her fists, hating how obvious it felt.
"Ahhh," Freen spat, now standing beside Becky "Can you think silently for once? Why am I hearing you screaming my name in your head?"
"You wish," Becky spat, still with her arms crossed.
Freen’s smirk deepened. "Oh, if you ask me what I wish..."
She searched for Becky’s eyes, mischief flickering in her gaze.
Becky looked up—big mistake.
Before Freen could push her luck further—
"Okay, okay, okay!" Becky blurted out, shooting up from the bed. "I’m coming! Just go now."
Freen grinned. "That’s my girl."
But the moment she turned to leave—
Becky grabbed her by her stomach from behind.
In a flash, she pinned Freen down onto the bed, hovering over her.
Freen’s breath hitched. "What did you just say?" Becky’s voice was low, dangerous like a wounded tigress. "Your girl, huh?"
Their faces were too close. The air was too thick. Their breaths were too heavy.
Freen, trapped beneath Becky’s weight, refused to lose. "Yeah. You heard me right."
Becky’s lips curled into a smirk "Then you had it coming."
And with that—she kissed her.
There was nothing soft about it.
Becky was frustrated.
Becky was furious.
And it did all the wrong things to Freen’s body.
Pinned. Breathless. Nowhere to run.
And then—just like that—it was over.
The final sound of their lips parting lingered in the air as Becky hopped off the bed, completely unfazed.
"Let’s go, BonBon," she said, grabbing the dog. "Your mom ate that meal so damn well."
And with that—she left.
Freen lay there, panting. Eyes still wide.
She shook her head, exhaling in defeat.
"Sometimes," she murmured to herself, running a hand through her hair, "we should let kindergarten kids win, right?"
She took another moment to calm herself down before finally making her way downstairs—where everyone else was still laughing, talking, and completely oblivious to what just happened upstairs.
Freen made her way through, ignoring everyone as she headed straight for Becky, who was taking shot after shot of tequila.
“Aren’t you drinking a little too much, considering you’re a lightweight?” Freen teased, leaning against the counter.
“Oh? Are you here to babysit me, Daddy?” Becky mocked, tilting her head dramatically to make Freen uncomfortable.
Freen scoffed, pouring herself a neat scotch. “Why don’t you ask your real daddies over there? They’re always ready to pick you up if you stumble.” Her words were laced with sarcasm, taking a direct jab at the overprotective figures in Becky’s life.
“Jealous, are we?” Becky smirked devilishly, clearly enjoying the banter.
Freen took a slow sip of her drink. “Uh-uh, just pitying you.” With that, she walked away and joined their moms, leaving Becky grumbling in frustration—tipsy, grumpy, and just a little bit clumsy.
As the night came to a close, Becky was obviously wasted.
“Freen, can you drop her off at her apartment? She’s in no condition to drive,” Becky’s dad asked, his voice calm but firm.
“They can stay here,” Becky’s mom chimed in, not wanting the night to end just yet.
“They’re grown-ups, and you know how Becky is. She won’t be happy waking up here,” her dad reasoned.
“Fine,” her mom sighed before turning to Freen. “Please drop her off safely and make sure she gets to bed properly. You can stay with her if you want.”
“Oh, no, no. I’ll drop her off, but I’m not babysitting her,” Freen replied, already dreading the task.
Without another word, she grabbed Becky by the waist, slung one of Becky’s arms over her shoulder, and guided her out the door. She shoved the drunken girl into her car and drove off toward Becky’s apartment.
When they arrived, a woman in a tight, stunning dress was pacing outside Becky’s building, anxiously checking her phone. The moment she saw Freen’s car pull up, she rushed toward it.
“Hey, hey, back off! Who are you?” Freen snapped, stepping out of the car protectively.
The woman’s eyes landed on Becky, still slumped in the passenger seat.
“She called me. We were supposed to meet up at her apartment tonight,” the woman said, her voice a mix of worry and indignation. “We’ve been a thing for a while now you know, but she wasn’t answering my calls and that made me worried.”
Freen let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “A thing? Oh, but she only does flings.” She rolled her eyes and turned to open the car door, but then an idea struck her—a devious, wicked idea.
Turning back, she smirked. “Hey, just so you know, she has a girlfriend.” She pointed at herself casually. “Me.”
The woman’s face dropped in shock. “W-what?”
“Yeah, I let her blow off steam however she likes, but it wouldn’t be fair if you guys kept catching feelings for someone already taken, right?” Freen’s smirk deepened. “Do me a favor—spread the news that Becky has a girlfriend. Make sure everyone knows so she can’t keep breaking hearts like yours.”
The woman’s lips quivered before she turned and ran off, tears threatening to spill. Freen almost felt bad for her. Almost.
But the satisfaction of ruining Becky’s pleasure-seeking lifestyle? That made it worth it. With a devilish grin, she turned back to the car. Becky had no idea what was coming for her.
Monday afternoon Freen was deep in a high-stakes meeting, negotiating with one of the most prestigious clients in the industry. Everything was going smoothly—until Becky stormed in.
Heads turned. Conversations halted. The air shifted with the sudden, unexpected interruption.
Freen had it coming, but now? Right in the middle of closing a massive marketing deal with such an influential brand? Damn it, Becky.
“We’re in a meeting here,” Freen said, keeping her voice firm and professional.
Becky, completely unfazed, tilted her head playfully. “Aww, so now my girlfriend doesn’t even have time for me?” she mocked, her tone laced with mischief as she slowly, deliberately walked toward Freen.
Freen stiffened. Shit. This was bad. The clients exchanged glances, silently questioning her professionalism. She could already feel her reputation crumbling.
“Uh—uh… I’ll talk to you later,” Freen not wanted to but still pleaded, her voice strained. “Just give me fifteen minutes, can you?”
But Becky saw the golden opportunity to completely ruin it for Freen.
Closing the distance between them, Becky leaned in close—too close. Her breath tickled Freen’s ear as she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “But, babe, I miss you now. Okay, I’ll leave… but only if you give me a quick kiss.”
Freen’s entire body went rigid. Holy hell. Becky was testing every ounce of her patience—and her self-control.
Eyes bore into her. Some were amused, others shocked, and a few downright furious at the blatant disturbance. Freen gulped, feeling her reputation hang by a thread. She had to end this.
With no other choice, she leaned in and barely brushed a kiss against Becky’s lips—quick, mechanical, just to get it over with. Then, gripping Becky’s arm firmly, she guided her toward the door, her voice a low, warning growl.
“Now leave, baby. Please understand the damn seriousness of—”
Before Freen could finish, Becky smirked. “Not without this.”
And then—BAM.
Becky crashed her lips onto Freen’s, her tongue slipping in without hesitation. It was a full, steamy, toe-curling, tongue-to-tongue kiss, right in front of everyone.
Freen was frozen.
By the time Becky finally pulled away and waltzed out of the room like she owned the world, Freen stood there—wide-eyed, stunned, completely ruined.
The room was silent.
Some people blushed. Others glared. A few cleared their throats, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed one of the most unprofessional moments in corporate history.
Freen swallowed hard, forcing a nervous chuckle. “Uh… young love, you know? I deeply apologize for that. Totally out of line.”
The rest of the meeting was excruciating, and gave a real hard time to freen but somehow, somehow, Freen still managed to close the deal.
But this wasn’t over. Not even close.
The moment she was free, she stomped toward Becky’s office, rage bubbling inside her.
If Becky wanted to play games—Freen was about to teach her the real meaning of revenge.
Freen stormed into Becky’s cabin without knocking, ready to unleash her wrath. But the moment her eyes landed on the scene inside, she froze.
Both their fathers were there.
The air in the room was thick with tension, and the expressions on their faces sent a chill down Freen’s spine.
"Come in, come in. We've been waiting for you," Freen’s dad said, his voice laced with disappointment. His sharp glare made Freen’s stomach sink.
Becky’s dad, more composed, pulled out a chair for her.
Freen’s gaze flickered to Becky, searching for an explanation. But Becky avoided her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Then, without a word, Freen’s dad turned the laptop screen toward her.
Freen’s heart plummeted.
Oh. Hell. No.
On the screen was her. And Becky.
And that damn kiss.
It was out. The entire thing had spread beyond the meeting room.
Freen shot up from her chair. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
"Calm down, kid. Sit," Becky’s dad ordered, his tone firm but patient.
“She started it first!” Becky snapped, crossing her arms. “She ruined my soon-to-begin relationship with someone!”
Freen whipped her head toward her. “Are you serious right now?!”
"What is wrong with you two?" both fathers said in unison. They exchanged a brief look, sighed, and turned back to their daughters.
"Care to explain?" Freen’s dad asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "As far as we know, you two are always after each other, ready to kill. And now this?”
Neither Freen nor Becky had an answer.
Someone from the meeting had recorded the scene. It was already making rounds in the media.
“The company’s reputation is at stake,” Freen’s dad continued, his frustration evident. “And not just in any meeting—this happened in front of the biggest brand in the industry!"
Becky’s dad, more collected, stood up and crossed his arms. “What’s done is done. Now, we fix it.”
Freen and Becky exchanged a wary glance.
“You two need to confirm that you’re dating.”
Silence.
Then—
“WHAT?!”
Both Freen and Becky shot up from their seats, their voices echoing in the room.
“Oh, yes. You both will,” Freen’s dad said with finality, shutting the laptop screen.
“No way, Dad! Listen to me—” Becky started, but her father cut her off.
“No, you listen to us.” His voice was serious now. “You two wanted to play? Fine. Let’s play. But this time, you’re on the same team. Fool the world for a while—can you do that?”
Freen opened her mouth to protest. But Becky’s dad’s expression left no room for argument.
Freen clenched her jaw. Becky crossed her arms.
Neither could deny.
And just like that, the decision was made.
The moment the door shut behind them, Freen whirled on Becky, her finger raised.
"You! This is all your fault!" she seethed.
Becky smirked, unfazed. “Oh? And you dared to interfere in my personal life. Trust me, Freen, I won’t let this slide.”
“Oh, congratulations! You already have!” Freen snapped, throwing her hands up. “My name is now tied to yours all over the internet! My reputation—”
Becky let out an amused breath, inspecting her nails. “If I knew it’d piss you off this much, I’d have done it way sooner.”
Freen’s eyes darkened.
“Oh, you wanna play?” She challenged Becky.
Becky finally met her gaze, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, I haven't even started yet and you already losing your sh.t”
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Freen fuming in the hallway.
Freen groaned, dragging a hand down her face.
“Ugh. Anybody in the world—but her.”
She rolled her eyes and let out a long, exasperated sigh.
This was going to be hell.