Mia’s POV
“How did you find out about Rosalie?” he asked me in shock, proving to me that the bitch was right after all. He knows her, she is his girlfriend, and according to her, they have been dating for the past two years or thereabouts, I really don’t care about that. I just want her out of my fucking house!
She claims I stole her man, she actually took a long flight down here to get back her man from me, I mean, can you believe that?
After Drake left with his boys, I stayed in our bedroom watching one of my favorite shows on TV and waiting for his arrival. I was also curious, very curious. I want to know the deal between him and Riley, why are they suddenly fighting with each other, is it because of me?
And where the hell is my laptop, why was Riley’s laptop replaced with mine, like, what the hell is going on here?
Drake behaves so strangely sometimes, at times I feel like I know nothing about the guy. I want to get to know him better, I want to know why he reacted that way when he found out that the laptop belonged to Riley. He panicked as if his brother was some kind of a demon that we need to be scared of, it felt as if the feud between him and his brother is way bigger than what I was thinking, I just don’t understand it anymore. I’m guessing it has something to do with Drake’s sudden return and reclaiming the company.
But that shouldn’t be a problem, should it?
When I dated Riley, he spoke a lot about his brother, and from the things he said about him, it was so easy to tell that he admires his brother so much and looks up to him as well. I have no idea what the problem is, or when it even started. I guess I will have to wait for him to come back and tell me exactly what is going on. In the meantime, I got out some snacks from his bedroom refrigerator and I lay on the bed with my snacks, enjoying my movie in peace.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the house, it sound a bit vague, but I knew it was outside this house and I wanted to know what was going on, so I got down from the bed and peeked out of the window to find out what was going on. It was when I looked down from the window that I saw her, a true beauty queen. When it comes to a beautiful woman, I always envision a breathtaking lady who not only captivates every man’s heart but captivates the eyes of young and old from both genders.
That is the kind of beauty that she possesses. From her shape and curves, I can tell that she is a model or a beauty queen. She looks classy and her designer outfit looks top-notch. This type of beauty is rare because if everyone is born physically beautiful the word beautiful wouldn’t exist at least thats what I think. She had all the guys outside drooling over her in her red body-hugging silicon dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Her boobs are almost spilling out of her dress, she has full round boobs that tend to make a guy lose focus and control. Her dress stopped below her ass, showing off her round full ass. Her curly blonde hair was hanging below her shoulders, giving her a sultry and seductive look. She makes every girl around her look inferior she steals the heart of every guy around without even knowing, I mean, she does it effortlessly. Her skin is so beautiful and tanned, she exudes glamour and confidence. I couldn’t help admiring her beauty.
She had a few suitcases with her, and I wondered who she has come to see carrying such baggage. I could see her flirting with the guards, and I knew that there is no way in hell that these guys would be able to do their jobs because they were more likely to be seen flirting with her than questioning her business here. I know Drake had asked me to stay up in our bedroom and await his return, he specifically told me not to open this don’t for anyone, except him.
But it’s been hours already, and he isn’t yet back. Besides, I need to take care of the situation downstairs because it seems these guys are no longer thinking straight. As it stands, it seems that she has them all wrapped around her little finger, and I won’t have it. I put on my robe and left our bedroom. By the time I got to the sitting room, the guards had shown her into the house already.
“What the hell is going on here, how dare you bring strangers into my house?” I asked him sternly. He looked away apologetically, and I dismissed him in anger. But I took note of the name on his nametag and I made a mental note to report him to Drake when he gets back. Such a thing should never repeat itself again. For all I know, she could be a trained assassin sent here to kill me. How could he just bring her in here?
I watched him stomp away in anger. Obviously, he is not happy with the way I spoke to him in front of a girl he admires. I hope he doesn’t take it personally because I would have done the same thing to any other guard that makes this kind of lousy mistake. I turned to face our gorgeous guest, and I caught her sizing me up, looking me over from my head to my toes. She had a look of disgust as she gazed at me all over, making me feel so uncomfortable.
After staring me down for a few seconds, she flopped down on my couch, crossing her legs haughtily, ignoring me as if I am not important or something. She is so rude and arrogant, I hated her immediately. If not for the fact that I am curious about her identity, I would have walked her out of this building without thinking twice about it.
“And who are you supposed to be?” I asked her, giving her the same attitude she is throwing at me. She picked up her phone and tapped on it continuously, trying to ignore me… again. I guess she doesn’t realize that she is getting on my nerves. Like, who the fuck is she, and what right does she have to come into my house and give me this nasty attitude?
“I asked a question, didn’t I?
You don’t come into my house and give me such attitude, you have no right to…”
“Oh, shut up already!” she yelled at my face, stopping me from saying anything more. I was taken aback by her outburst, and before I could regain my composure, she stood up from the couch and walked towards me, her eyes blazing in anger. It seems like she just took off her mask because the cuteness I saw from my bedroom window suddenly disappeared. Her smiley face that she used to deceive the guards vanished, and it was replaced with an evil look that brought chills all over my body. I took a step back as she stood in front of me, glaring daggers at me,
“You man thief!
You thought you could steal my man, didn’t you?” She asked me in anger.
“W… W… What the hell are you talking about?” I stammered out, my eyes widened in shock as I tried to figure out what she is talking about. She picked up her phone and this time they went to her gallery and clicked on some pictures. She brought her phone forward and showed me some lovely photos of her and my husband, Drake. I nearly fainted as I saw the love they both displayed in each picture. They look so good together and it hurt me to know that he had been together with her.
“You can see for yourself, can’t you?
I’m Rosalie, and Drake Osborne is mine!
We have been dating for over two years. I won’t let you ruin what we have together. I only went on a vacation, and you think that gives you the opportunity to steal my man?
You must be a joker!
I don’t know what you did, and I don’t want to know how you managed to sneak your way into his life but trust me, I won’t go down without a fight. I will get back my man!
Drake is min….!?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up”
You tramp!
I don’t care what you had with my husband, I don’t fucking care how long you fucked him in the past. But listen to me, and listen good, Drake Osborne is my husband, he chose me, he…”
“He doesn’t want to be seen with you!” she cut me short once again, smirking evilly at me.
“Wife indeed!
And where is your ring, if I may ask?
When and where was your wedding held?
I never heard of his wedding, and I know Drake Osborne. He always talked about having a huge wedding with me. He wants his wedding to be the talk of the town, he wishes to have his wedding on an island, and we planned to have our honeymoon on a cruise ship.
You never had any of that, and that simply means that he doesn’t want to have all that with you, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with you. This marriage is a sham, and I’m here to get back my man. He wants me back, I know how much he loves me and I know he can never live without me. I’m his true love, I’m his…”
“Get the hell out of my house!” I yelled in anger and frustration, but she only smirked evilly.
“Why don’t you make me!” De retorted. She is obviously enjoying my frustration. I want to smack that stupid grin off her face, I want to pull her hair and drag her out of my house. I have so much going on already, I can’t be getting into a catfight with this gorgeous lady who seems to be so mannerless. She is the true definition of beauty without brains. If she thinks I would sit back and let her have my man, then she needs to think again because I love Drake and I know that he loves me too. So there is no way I’m letting her have him.
“Fine, have it your way. I won’t stoop to your level, I’ll let my husband handle this.” I told her proudly. I picked up the telephone on the table and I dialed the number on speed dial. The maids came running in a few seconds later and I instructed them to fix her up in one of the guestrooms downstairs.
“She is my husband’s guest, treat her with respect.” I instructed them firmly. I decided to stay calm and let Drake handle this, in sure he wasn’t fooling around when he said he loved me, I’m hoping he puts her in her place and sends her out of here. I turned around and headed back to our room upstairs when I heard the sound of her hills clinking on the tiled floors, coming behind me. I turned around to see her following me up the stairs and I glared furiously at her,
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” I screamed in frustration. I’m trying so hard to be nice to her, but she just loves getting on my nerves.
“I’m not letting you have all the fun, Mrs. Osborne.” She lets out mockingly, doing a quote in the air with her hand.
“Drake is my man and I intend to sleep on his bed tonight. You are the guest in this house, and I suggest you get out before I kick you out!” she threatened me, making me through back my head as I laughed at her daring boldness.
“I’m one minute away from calling the cops on you. I’m trying so hard to stay calm and let you stay until Drake gets back. Don’t you fucking push me!” I threatened fiercely, standing in front of her, glaring at her furiously. And that was how I left her standing on the stairs as I turned around and headed back to our room to wait for Drake’s return.