Chapter 8: Drunken men and Cheating Husbands

Lulu's POV.

As I swayed to the music, I still felt those eyes on me. The area was flickering with lights so I couldn't make out who it was.

But something about the way they stared stirred curiosity within me. Was this how men at clubs behaved?

I continued dancing, attempting ignorance but then I saw the face move closer and closer. By the time the figure's face was in full view, anger sputtered through my insides.

He surfed through the crowd, trying to reach me. I started walking away because I didn't want a scene here.

But then I felt a force pull me backwards.

His eyes raked my frame hungrily as he swallowed hard.

“If you dressed like this when we were married, I would never have cheated on you,” he muttered, gliding his thumb over my wrist.

I yanked my hand free from his grip, glaring daggers at him and God, I wished that would slice him into pieces.

“Jasver, don't you have better things to do other than stalking your ex–wife? Aren't you ashamed?”

“Not in the slightest Ivelle. I've told you that I want you back. There's no use acting stubborn,” He protested, stepping closer but I took a step backwards.

My hands balled into fists by my side as my blood boiled.

The audacity of this man to stand right here and demand to get back with me?

“You should learn to take no for an answer because I'm not interested. I've said this before, and I'll repeat it. Leave. Me. Alone!” I snapped, pointing an index finger at him.

His brows crossed, “Ivelle, stop this. You know you need me. You're so confident now and you have an oil mine project. You need a man to help you make good business decisions,” he stated, sliding a hand around my waist.

No, he couldn't be serious right now. Those words couldn't be coming out of his mouth. I'd read how Ivelle had been the brain behind his business. So this was just weak manipulation!

I didn't know where the strength came from but I pushed him away from me. He stumbled back, attracting the attention of some people aroind but I didn't care.

In that moment, I noticed the gaze of a man upstairs. He was clad in all black and I didn't even take the time to fully observe him because I still had Jasver to take care of.

“I still don't know how you cheat on your wife, and then double down to chase after her, despite being with your mistress! Get a fucking life Jasver!” I barked.

Jasver's face cracked with shame as he looked around, noticing the way people stared at us. He wanted drama? There it was.

I didn't wait for him to say anything to me. I stormed out of the club because thanks to him, my mood was already ruined.

So much for wanting to have fun.

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“Ding dong! Ding dong!”

The persistent sounds of my doorbell pulled me out of sleep. I wasn't expecting any visitor so I'd thought to stay in bed, hoping whoever was outside had the wrong door.

But I thought wrong.

This was the third time they were ringing the doorbell. I crawled out of bed while my mind stirred with stray thoughts.

A part of me wondered if it was Jasver but the other part of me discarded the thought. He didn't know my address and even if he did, he wouldn't dare visit me.

At the same time, I wouldn't put it past Jasver. If he could stalk me to the club, he could stalk me to my house. But if he tried visiting me our of the blue, I'd smack him with a pan.

When I opened the door, there was no one in sight. I turned left and right, wondering where the person had gone. When my gaze dropped to my feet, I found a big red box sitting on my doormat.

Huh?

Where did that come from?

A part of me wanted to pick it up but the other part was a little apprehensive. What if this was something dangerous? At the same time, what if it wasn't? I'd only find out if I checked the content.

Holding that thought, I picked up the box and slammed the door with my leg. I dropped the box on the table, going through its content and I was amazed.

There were gold jewelleries, designer dresses, designer shoes and even some cash inside. I picked them out one by one, gasping as I dropped them.

This was crazy!

When I took out the last pair of shoes, I found a small note at the bottom of the box. I picked it out, flipping it to the other side.

“I heard Ivelle likes to dress classy, look sexy and likes to lavish money. So here's a little something to brighten up your day. I hope it makes you smile because I like it when you smile.”

Well, wasn't that sweet?

My insides fluttered with butterflies as I lowered the note.

But right after the fluttering feelings, my heart started racing. Who sent me this?

I hadn't read about any characters gifting Ivelle so who could this be?

Was this Jasver? I shook the thought out of my mind almost immediately. It couldn't be him.

He hadn't cared about Ivelle enough to even care for her, talk more of gift her.

He was also too selfish to curate a gift box like this.

But then if it wasn't Jasver, who was it then? Was there a chance that this was Enzo? I mean, he was my brother, and he'd been so nice even though he'd only met me recently.

I shook that thought out as well.

Brothers don't send romantic messages like this. It was too sweet to be tagged platonic.

As my mind swirled with thoughts of who it could be, my phone rang, distracting me from my thoughts.

I picked it, lifting it to my ears.

“Hey sis. Please get ready, you have an official introduction at the company in two hours. Should I come get you?”

My heart plummeted against my chest as adrenaline ruined my system.

I loved the fact that I was stinking rich but I still didn't know if I'd be able to handle a fucking company.

“No. I'll be there in two hours. See you soon.” I breathed into the phone.