AUTHOR’S POV
Francesca rolled her eyes as she got back in her clothes while Bryant laid back on her bed.
“You should leave now” She said to Bryant who shot up from the bed into a seated position.
“I didn’t expect her to catch us having sex” he said.
“Well, it already happened” Francesca walked over to him and kissed his lips.
“And you know you got the better one, right?” She asked and Bryant grinned.
“I know I did.”
“I really liked her though until you let me know what type of person she really is” he added and Francesca gave him a smile.
“It’s getting late and you really should leave now. Let’s meet tomorrow again” she kissed his lips again.
“Urgh. Can’t I have you one more time before I leave?” Bryant asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
“Don’t be naughty” Francesca let out a small chuckle.
“Tomorrow is there.”
“Alright, fine” Bryant groaned and got onto his feet.
In a few minutes, he was fully dressed up and after kissing Francesca one more time, he left. Francesca plopped down to her bed and stared at the ceiling.
She felt satisfied and yet disturbed. She had not expected Lisa to catch her having sex with Bryant but she was glad she saw Lisa cry and break down.
Francesca had never been happy with Lisa. She considered Lisa a spoilt brat who had everything she wanted provided for her by her father’s friend.
Lisa was more beautiful and when they were in highschool, Lisa had so many boys crushing on her. Francesca had hated it so much that she spread dirty rumors about Lisa to taint her image.
She hated that Francesca had it all and so she gladdened herself in snatching away whatever Lisa had. Nothing made her happy unless it was snatched away from Lisa.
She had slept with Leon, Francesca’s ex boyfriend too and had felt so happy knowing she had taken him away from Lisa. Now, the same thing had happened with Bryant and she could not be happier that once again she had snatched away what belonged to Lisa.
She loved seeing Lisa lose and seeing her cry in heartbreak. Today had been plain satisfying but she was still slightly worried she had been caught while at it.
It meant that she could no longer effectively and secretly steal away from Lisa. It also meant she could no longer enjoy things like shopping and having Lisa pay for it.
“Fuck” Francesca cursed.
“I don’t care though. I am going to do well on my own. Without her freaking help. I never needed her anyways, I just wish I could have gone to her home first and ruin her image in front of her dad’s best friend so he kicks her out into the streets. That would have been so satisfying”
Francesca pressed her lips into a thin line. She wanted to do more. So much more.
*
MONALISA
I was tipsy, close to being drunk. I wasn’t good at differentiating between both anyways.
This has to be the third time I was tasting alcohol. I didn’t like it so much but tonight I just had to drown my sorrows in it like I heard a lot of people did and for a moment it seemed to have worked but not anymore, I felt the heartache and I felt all of the pains of being betrayed by the closest person to you.
With a sad look on my face, I dragged my bruised feet down the estate. Since I had thrown my heels at the bastard of a boyfriend I got and the bitch I called a best friend, I had had to walk barefooted.
I could have gotten a pair of footwear somewhere. I should have but I was just too broken to think properly.
I trudged down the road until I heard cars driving down the road. I stopped, slapping my face lightly to get back to my senses.
About four black cars were driving in and I knew it could only be Lucius.
“My daddy” I mumbled drunkenly. I expected the cars to drive past me but the very first one stopped right by my side and the others stopped behind it.
The car door of the first car was pulled open and Lucius stepped out. He looked so handsome and so fine in a black suit that held his perfect body just in the right ways.
He was the reason I had agreed to date Bryant. It was because I wanted to get him out of my head that I chose to date Bryant but it was over now and I could not see myself jumping into another relationship just to get him out of my head.
“Hey Cupcake”
I felt my heart flutter stupidly. Why was he calling me that, tho?
He stopped right in front of me and I raised my head up to look at him since he was just way taller than I was. His brows were arched in displeasure.
“You were out drinking? And why aren’t you wearing any footwear?” He questioned, his tone hard and I just couldn’t help it but cry silently as he bent down to touch my leg.
“Your legs are all bruised up. Why would you…?” His words stopped when he raised his head and saw tears rolling down my cheeks.
He got back up on his feet, the look of displeasure on his face now gone and replaced with a mixture of anger, worry and fury.
“Who hurt you?” He demanded to know.
“I… She…” I could not speak coherently as my sobs prevented me from doing so.
“Fuck… I’m going to tear apart whoever did this to you”
I could not respond to him as he suddenly picked me up in his arms and carried me into his car. My sobbing stopped the moment I was in his strong arms.
Dropping me in the backseat of the car, he stepped in after me and pulled me back close to him.
“It’s fine. It’s totally fine.” He said soothingly and I snuggled even closer to him as the car continued the shirt journey to his exact mansion.
He felt…. So warm, so comforting. He felt like the perfect relief and comfort I needed at this moment. What I needed to feel better tonight and to take my mind off what had happened wasn’t alcohol.
What I needed to feel better tonight was him. Lucius Devine.