Melt Away Chapter 1 *Fox/Whitney*
by unknown
 
 

Whitney was out on the tennis court in the Country club, playing off some steam from what she had learned seven months ago, and to be honest, the truth still hurts like hell. How could her mother lie to her about being prim and proper while growing up when she was a druggie and a slut? Most of all, she shared a child with the infamous Julian Crane, who is better known as Chad Harris. For months, she hadn’t been able to live down the utter mortification the citizens of Harmony had been saying to her. “There goes the girl who had slept with her half-brother, how gross!” or “Whitney is a whore just like her mother, except and incestuous one.” Her reputation hasn’t been the same since, and luckily, now that this madness is over with. Simone is talking to her again—they have mended their broken sisterly relationship that was caused by their half brother.

Unfortunately for Simone, she hadn’t gone that far with Chad, and she doesn’t know what a blessing that is. And Simone didn’t secretly miscarry a baby that is related to her half brother like Whitney had. She has to live with the permanent scars of living in a lie with a family full of secrets and sin. To top it all, that Liz woman turned out to be her aunt. How convenient is that? Her mother made the whole thing up by saying she was the only child, knowing damn well she wasn’t.

Why would her mother lie like that? She claimed she was protecting her, Simone, and TC, evidently that was bullsh**. She was covering her own skin. To hell with ramifications, as long as they could love her and respect her, they will always be around her. Undoubtedly, TC didn’t see it that way, he divorced her and left Harmony, leaving Whitney and Simone to moved out by obligation. They couldn’t stand the sight of their deceitful mother and had to live elsewhere. Simone went to pursue her career into being a lawyer and Whitney, well, she quit tennis wants to be come a star, in spite of her playing tennis on her spare time.

She swung the racket with all her might, hitting the ball to the wall, causing the object to bounce unstoppably. “Sh**!” She muttered. “Why, Mother? Why didn’t you tell me I have a half-brother?” She cried. “She claimed she didn’t know her baby was alive—that the hospital told her baby was dead! She could have searched and not given up! I hate her!”

Whitney was ready to strike the other ball and it didn’t hit the wall like it should, instead it landed in an overwhelmingly attractive man’s hand. “Whoa, take it easy, sweetheart. It’s just a ball.” He grinned flirtatiously.

Whitney squinted her eyes at the guy like she had remembered him from somewhere, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint where she had seen him. “Excuse me, this is a closed area. I would like to have my privacy.” She told him.

“Last time I’ve checked, this is open for everyone. And you have no right to tell me where I should or shouldn’t be.” He fired back.

“If you don’t mind … I would like to be alone!” She grunted heatedly.

“Feisty.” He muttered. “Like I’ve said, the Country Club is open to everyone—especially for me.” He corrected her.

“You know what? I don’t have time for your silly conundrums, I’ll just get the ball from you and you’ll leave me be.” Whitney walked up to him with spunk and tried to snatch the ball from him, however, he wouldn’t let her.

“Have we met before?” He asked, being lost in her dark brown orbs.

“Why should it matter to you—if you’re here to make mockery then go right ahead. I can take a blow.” She retaliated.

“Huh?” He queried with a dumbfounded expression.

“Yeah, huh? Go ahead. Take your best shot. I’ve had worst.” Whitney insisted.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s your problem. But I am not here to tease you in a displeasing manner. On the contrary, I will challenge you to a game of tennis. What do you say?”

Whitney’s glare had softened into a look of curiosity, awing on why he would talk to her. Has he been knocked hard? Doesn’t he read the papers? Or does he socialize to others? Why hasn’t he made fun of her being in bed with her half brother, no less? Is this some sort of a sick, practical joke? “You’re kidding me?” was all she could say.

“I kid you not, beautiful. Play me one game.” He said, smiling.

“What’s the catch?” She questioned meticulously.

“Here’s the deal, precious, if you win I will leave you be-”

“Oh, I am liking this already. Come on, let’s play so you can get out of my face.” She griped.

“However I win, then you will have to go out with me tonight at the Seascape. Is that a deal?” he interrupted her, waiting for her to reply.

Whitney was mute for a while, not knowing how to rejoin to his challenge, until she responded at last. “Deal. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She chuckled and went to her side of court as the gentleman went to his.

She started off first and was beating him the first round and she’s indulging the fact that he was losing big time. Awaiting the man had a strong comeback and had beaten her on the last two rounds, leaving her utterly speechless. This has to be a mistake, there’s no way she could be defeated like that. She must be getting rusty.

“You cheated,” she blurted crudely.

“What? No, I didn’t. It just took me some time to warm up. It’s been a while since I’ve played. Although, I must say you are not bad. Has it’s been a while for you, too?” He commented, flirting dangerously with her.

She rolled her eyes, not liking how his witty words were piercing her soul. “Congratulations. Now, I must leave.”

“Hold it.” His sonorous voice caught her attention, halting her from decamping.

“What now?” She hissed.

“You promised me you would meet me at the Seascape.” He reminded her.

“What? It was for play. We barely know each other.”

“True, but I know we have met somewhere before and I don’t forget faces.” He stated.

“Yeah, you look a little familiar to me, too.” Whitney struggled to recall where she had seen this cat before.

“Meet me at seven. No exceptions.” He ordered.

“I can’t promise you that.” Whitney tested him.

“Seven, or nothing at all. Tell me now.” He demanded.

“Like I said, I can’t promise you anything.” With that, she sauntered away from the tall, strikingly gorgeous man.

“I will see you there at seven!” He hollered.

Whitney shook her heard, strolling away from him and the site, heading to her apartment where Simone was all dressed for her boyfriend Alan Poindexter.

“Hey, sis.” Simone greeted her with a wave, noticing how drenched Whitney is. “Went to play off some steam?”

“Something like that.” Whitney whispered, refusing to give her baby sister any eye contact.

“Who is he?” Simone knew that look. Whenever Whitney would avoid eye contact with her. She recognized the sign of a possibility that Whitney has found love.

“Simone,” Whitney grumbled, heading to her room to take a shower.

“Well, whoever he is, you should meet him where he told you to meet him at!” She shouted.

Whitney shrieked a bit, hating how her sister has that sixth sense thing going. How in the devil’s lair she knows that this guy wanted to see her? “You think I should?” Whitney popped her head out of the door.

“No, I know you should, is he good-looking?” Simone quizzed.

“I don’t know, Simone. I didn’t look that hard.” She shrugged.

“He’s a looker.” Simone mumbled with a doubt.

“Okay, I’ll go. You have fun with Alan. And tell him I’ve said hello, okay?” Whitney beamed.

“All right. When I get back you tell me all about your mysterious rendezvous? Deal?” Simone waited for her to respond.

“Deal.” Whitney pinky swore to her.

“See you.” Simone rushed to the awaiting car and left with Alan a.s.a.p.

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Whitney was all dressed up in the white Versace gown Theresa had given to her a while back, when she thought Chad was about to proposed to her. As the split comes up to her mid-thigh, with a V-neck complimenting her chest as the sheer material veiled over her stomach. She had decided to wear her straight for tonight; she couldn’t thank Sylvia enough for hooking her hair up on a short notice.

Butterflies played in her stomach as she stepped in the restaurant, wondering if that enigmatic stranger had shown up. She looked around for five minutes and he was nowhere to be found. “Maybe it was a big mistake for me to even come here.” She sulked. “I can’t believe I had fallen for his lie.” She scowled and was getting ready to part until she heard the familiar voice.

“I was hoping you would show up, beautiful.” He announced loud enough for her to hear him.

Whitney rotated to see the same guy she played against from earlier and smiled like a high school girl crushing on her favorite male celebrity. “Hi,” she waved shyly.

He took a moment to gather his nerves, drooling over how beautiful she was looking. Gosh, the way that split revealed her thigh made him quiver excitedly. He walked towards her with confidence and led her to the table he was sitting at.

He used chivalry by hauling the chair out for her. “Simply ravishing.” He whispered in her ear seductively.

“Thanks.” She lowered her eyes from his and didn’t know where to start, hoping he would lead.

“Again, I can’t say enough that I am taken by how good of a player you are. Are you sure you haven’t played in tournaments before?” his million-dollar smile grabbed her attention.

“I used to, but that had changed.” She confessed.

“Really? Why did you stop? I would have met you in the playoffs.” He inquired.

“It wasn’t meant to be. You say that you have seen me before, where?” Whitney altered the subject.

“Yes, I know we have met before but I can’t pinpoint it.” He loathed the fact he couldn’t remember her name or where he was at when he had met her.

“You seem like you have a sharp memory, you don’t strike me as the guy who would forget a girl’s name.” Whitney added.

“You’re right, I usually don’t. My reason for forgetting it’s because I had to break it off with the woman who I thought loved me—apparently she is still in love with a man who doesn’t love her for her.” He explained, sighing.

“Really?” Whitney pumped surprisingly. “It’s funny you mentioned this, because my friend had broken it off with a guy all because she can’t seem to let her first love go. I’ve always cursed the day he’d came into her life.”

“I guess you really can’t eliminate what’s in a person’s heart, huh?” he uttered sardonically and began ordering when the waiter approached them. After the waiter had left they began chatting about life in general until their food had arrived.

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“May I have this dance?” He wondered, after completing his meal.

Whitney placed her napkin down and slipped her hand in his, accepting his offer freely.

“So, what do I have to do in order to know your name?” He investigated, drawing her closer and closer to him where she could feel his manhood throbbing in sexual desire for her.

Whitney swallowed the uneasy lump in her throat and her nerves can’t seem to take another possibility that he wants to be in a relationship with her. “Think of it as a no strings attached pact.”

“I don’t think I can do that. I want to know your name—and I’m asking is, what will it take for me to get to know your name?” He purred, tucking her straightened strand behind her ear.

“I don’t give my name to strangers.” She responded at last.

“But I’m not a stranger. I’m your acquaintance, conversely, I would like to be your friend.” He replied, adoring how beautiful she is.

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“Hell no, I’m persistent as they come. If I like what I see—I will do I can to get it.” He emphasized sexually.

“Too bad. I guess you’ll have to keep wondering.” She giggled softly.

“Not necessarily.” He leaned to kiss her, except Whitney halted him when she moved back and fled out of the restaurant immediately.

“Wait!” He screamed and went to chase after her. By the time he made it outside, she was nowhere in sight, abandoning him with a broken heart.