14: Anger

Zade

I wanted to do more than punch him in the face right now, but I forced myself to not get handsy with him right now. Now wasn’t the time to deal with this bastard, I was still gonna get a lot of time to do that.

Only that I think It was extremely ironic of him to be appearing this enraged when he already has another woman on his arms all over the internet, and that woman was literally Carla’s best friend back in high school.

That’s the same woman I’ve fucked a few times in the past. She tried and tried to get into a relationship with me, but when she realized that she was just wasting her time, she had enough decency to stop chasing after me.

And now this same woman was with Dave.

My mind traveled to the phone call this morning when Dave had called her. The pain in her voice had been a little obvious, which made me briefly wonder if all that she said over and over again about Dave roping her was the truth.

“Did Carla really commit the crime she went to prison for?” I asked this time without beating around the bush.

Dave tensed up before his eyes narrowed. “What has Carla told you?” He demanded, staring at me suspiciously and I shrugged a little.

“A lot of things.” I told him and his face scrunched up in anger before he pointed a hand at me.

“Well, whatever it is that she told you is undoubtedly lies, if you chose to believe them, that’s your business and none of my concern. And you should really stay away from Carla.”

“Oh, yeah?” I snipped and he nodded.

“Of course, and I don’t know why you’d ask me that question, like the police don’t know their jobs anymore. She did commit the crime she went to prison for and that’s a known fact, with so many proof all over the internet.”

I pursed my lips, choosing not to respond.

This time when I went back to my desk, I picked up one of the files lying atop the other things there.

“Here you go.” I said after turning around the hand him the fine. He looked skeptical as he accepted the file.

“That’s a bunch of divorce papers I had my lawyer drew up between you and Carla. Sign them.” I informed him and he stiffened for a moment as he briefly scanned his eyes over the files, then he was scoffing then flinging the file over my desk.

“The fuck? Why would I sign this? What’s your business with our divorce which clearly had nothing to do with you?” He barked, staring at me like I had grown two heads extra overnight.

“As someone who wants to take Carla as a bride of mine, it definitely concerns me.” I informed him as I folded my arms.

He gaped at me, his mouth falling open in what could be called sheer shock and disbelief.

“W- what? Marriage?” He whispered and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I said that already, now sign the papers already.” I informed him, leveling him with an unimpressed sigh.

“I thought it was like a little fling or something even though it’s unlike Carla, I even thought she got together with you to get back at me or something since we’re enemies, but..,”

I cut him off before he could finish. “That’s enough yapping, just sign the damn thing.”

“Well, I refuse! And you absolutely cannot marry Carla. Why the fuck are you doing this? To get back at me? Over what?”

I forced myself to laugh. “You seem to believe you’re relevant enough for me to go to the length of marrying your ex. I’m marrying her because I can’t get enough of her. I love her, I love how she feels around me when I slide into her, the way she responds, the sounds she makes..,”

He held a hand up, a pinched expression across his face. “Enough.”

I rolled my eyes as I regarded him for a few moments.

“You’re really not gonna sign the papers, hm? This means you’re basically asking to be taken to court.” I told him while he glared at me.

When he still didn’t respond, I shrugged and walked back to my seat, then I began to shrug my suit jacket on.

“I swear to God, Zade, if you hurt her, I would…”

I rolled my eyes as I waved him off. “She’s no longer your concern so stop worrying about her, and for the record, I am treating her just fine.” After shrugging on my jacket and pocketing my stuff, I continued. “I’m also going back home right now to her because she’s waiting for me in my bed.”

He visibly blanched and I almost laughed, then I briefly wondered if he’s still in love with his wife like I had initially suspected. All his actions right now were pointing at one thing- that he still wanted Carla.

And knowing how much Carla loved him, I was certain she’d accept him should he come back begging. This was my initial thought from the onset, and turned out that I hadn’t been wrong.

When Dave attempted to speak this time, I held a finger up.

“If you’re not gonna sign the papers, then show yourself out already.” I snapped, and he didn’t object, he only gave me one hard glare before turning and leaving.

Before he slammed the door close, he spoke. “Whatever lousy plans you probably intend to involve Carla in, I’d suggest you completely leave her out of it.”

When I didn’t respond, he slammed the door shut, and I was left glaring at the door, wishing I could go after him and shove him off this highest floor just so he could die. But then that would be a too easy death for a demon like Dave.

I’ve always hated Dave. Since the moment I got to know of his existence when we were in college, I knew he was the definition of a bad egg. He was everything wrong, and a very bright red flag. We never got along throughout college till graduation.

When I discovered that Carla was dating Dave of all people, initially, I wanted to put an end to their relationship. After all, I had done it a lot of times to Carla’s relationships. But I forced myself not to, because I realized that it was becoming a serious and worrying obsession of mine, especially when at that point, I was certain I didn’t like her anymore. I also believed that I was too grown to still be doing something that ridiculous and childish, and so I forced myself to turn a blind eye to the relationship.

I was also certain it wouldn’t lead to anywhere, because Dave was the complete opposite of Carla. But then they were suddenly about to get married, and there was no way for me to stop the wedding without approaching Carla— and I did swallow my pride to call Carla a day before her wedding, warning her to call off the wedding. Of course she didn’t listen to me, and… here we are.

My eyes settled on the picture at the end of my desk and I felt my heart prumpel into my stomach. It was a picture of my only sister, that was no more.

Anger filled my entire inside towards those responsible for her death. They were gonna pay with their own lives no matter what.

~~~

When I arrived home that evening, I felt low on energy and only felt like cuddling Ella. She won't speak, but she’ll hold me and clutch onto me tightly with her tiny fingers.

When I gently pushed open the door, the sight that welcomed me made something unruffled in my chest.

Carla was in the chair by the bed, and she was asleep, but she had Ella in her arms, who’s also asleep, her tiny hands tightly woven around Carla’s shoulders.

My heart ached even more and I felt frozen in the same spot for a few moments, before I turned away and left.

When I got to my room, Lena was right there, naked as the day she was born, and that’s the moment I remembered that I agreed for her to stay over when she asked me over the phone. The sight of her body didn’t make my dick stir, so I wasn’t sure I'd be doing anything with her tonight.

She sauntered over to welcome me, rising on her toes as she kissed me tightly. I ended up stopping the kiss and asking her to wait for me in bed.

After showering, I went to my office instead of joining her in bed. I wasn’t sure why, but I wasn’t interested in sex tonight, and so I remained in my office till early mornings, then I went to make myself some coffee.

Carla was already in the kitchen and she was leaning over the counter, trying to reach for something too far from her reach. Her ass was way fatter than I remembered it being in the tiny shorts she had on, and to my utmost bewilderment, I felt myself stir in my pants.