Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Not wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer.

As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body.

I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat.

“Are you okay? You look scared,” the officer asked me.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just startled,” I replied in haste.

“Did you drink with your friend?” the officer asked, checking my identification card.

“Just a little,” I replied quickly.

The police then observed my clothing and face. One eyebrow was raised, and then he inspected my body.

“Were you partying nearby?” the police asked me with a scrutinizing gaze.

“No. We just came from the club opening party in the Times Square area,” I answered slowly, trying to sound calmer.

“What is your job, Miss Baxter?” he asked me again.

“I’m a model. A fashion model, to be more precise,” I said, still with a pounding heart that wouldn’t calm down.

“Are you a model at his agency?” he asked.

“Yes. He’s my boss,” I said with a quick nod.

“Can you drive home by yourself?”

“Oh, no. I don’t have a driver’s license,” I replied tensely.

“Earlier, you said you were coming from a party at a club in the Times Square area. Were you intentionally at this park late at night?”

Oh, damn! Damn! I started to panic because I didn’t know how to answer. I knew I had to lie, but my brain felt stuck making up any story.

“I don’t know. I was just accompanying him for a drive in his new car,” I said hesitantly.

Was that convincing enough? I didn’t know what the police were after, but it seemed he was suspicious of something. Would I be found out that I was the one driving his car during the crash?Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Was he paying you or forcing you to provide sexual services to him?”

As soon as I heard that question, I immediately realized that the police thought I was a prostitute. All along, he was questioning me not because he suspected me of driving his car but because he thought I was selling sexual services to Alan. Plus, Alan had joked about it earlier.

“How dare you! She’s not a prostitute! She’s my top model-the most beautiful and talented one! She’s not a prostitute! I’ll fuck your filthy mouth apart!” Alan shouted after hearing the police’s question.

He even shook his body to escape from the police, who were restraining him. He briefly ran with an angry face to confront the police interrogating me, but was immediately chased and blocked simultaneously by the two police officers.

I covered my wide-open mouth with both hands. I didn’t expect Alan to be this angry. He was known for his temper at the office, but I didn’t think he would dare confront the police.

“Calm down, sir. You could be charged with assaulting the police if you don’t stay still.” Both police officers held onto Alan’s squirming body.

The situation quickly turned worse, with Alan writhing and attempting to attack the two officers.

“Alan! It’s okay! Hey, calm down!” I tried to hold onto Alan’s body and calm him down.

“You better come with us to the police station too, Miss. We’ll take you home after sorting him out,” the officer said while still holding onto Alan’s struggling body beside the car.

“Call my lawyer!” Alan shouted at me as he was dragged into the police car.

***

“Stay inside,” said the police officer as he placed Alan into the police car.

The situation turned from bad to worse. Alan continued to lash out at the police while I sat beside him in the backseat. I kept trying to calm Alan down throughout the journey. Gradually, Alan seemed to tire himself out and finally fell asleep in his seat.

I entered the police station alongside Alan, who was restrained with a cable tie. I saw another police officer parking my red car in front of the station. My brand-new red hatchback looked dented around the steering wheel area. The body of the car was deeply scratched, which left me feeling disheartened as I walked past it.

But I couldn’t protest much. Instead, I felt even guiltier because the new car that I should have been able to use now needed repairs. Alan had just mentioned that the car was delivered by the dealer late this afternoon. It hadn’t even been 24 hours old! My poor baby.

Fortunately, there were no signs of journalists following us or taking photos as we entered the police station. That gave me some relief.

Alan seemed very concerned about my image as his model. If even a hint of scandal reached magazine editors or designers like Oscar, I was sure it would harm both me and Alan himself.

Alan was escorted further inside by one of the officers and promptly handed over to be secured by another. Meanwhile, the officer who had questioned me earlier now gestured for me to sit down in one of the chairs.

“Wait here for a moment, Miss, while we record this incident,” he said to me.

“Do you have a lawyer’s number or an emergency contact number for him?” he asked.

“I don’t have one. But I could try contacting my agency. He surely has our office lawyer’s number,” I said, picking up my phone from my bag.

“Go ahead and make the call,” said the officer, nodding before walking away, leaving me alone.

I quickly called Jessy. Since we had been in the police car, I had tried calling Jessy several times, but he didn’t pick up. It seemed like he was busy having fun with Mike. They hadn’t wanted to leave each other since earlier, and it made me sick to see them together.

I also tried calling other agents, and it was the same story. No one answered my calls.

‘Jessy, please pick up the phone. This is an emergency!’

‘S. O. S.’

‘Do you have the office lawyer’s number or Alan’s lawyer’s number?’

I stared at my phone screen, which had been sending messages to Jessy. But once again, I could only feel disappointed because it seemed like Jessy hadn’t been online for the past two hours. I sighed in confusion and bit my lower lip.

It was my own fault for relying too much on Jessy. But what else could I do? Jessy always handled everything for me. This was the first time he hadn’t answered my calls or replied to my messages.

He said he’d always be by my side, even though he’s with Mike. Bullshit!