Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Maria, cut it out! I scolded myself, this wasn’t time to salivate over my irresistibly hot ex-boyfriend.
Thank God, Lucas returned that moment before he continued the lust of the eyes.
“None of them left the building”
“What?!”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
“If they didn’t leave that means – “
“They’re here and neatly hidden” I took the words right out from Niles’ mouth
How was that possible? Does it mean the kids were still in my place? Where had I overlooked?
Then why was the door open? Unless Anabelle had forgotten to lock it after she escorted granny out.
Oh my God, it was beginning to make sense.
“But where could they ….”
Cecil was still asking when the so thought missing Anabelle staggered into the room, walked past Niles, and lied down on the empty couch.
Everyone was bewildered, what just happened?
As if someone said “Jack Robinson” we all rushed to the unconcerned sleeping girl.
“Anabelle! Where are the others?” I shook her but the girl just fluttered her eyelashes, mumbled some indecipherable words, and went back to sleep.
“That’s it !”
I was about to yank her off that sofa with the anger in me when the others stopped me but something else happened.
My brows lifted and my nose wrinkled when a familiar scent wafted into my nostrils causing me to freeze. The others noticed the change in me and loosened their grip.
I leaned closer and sniffed Anabelle like a police dog sniffing a crime scene. My face turned Scarlet from fury as I finally put two and two together. That brat, Isabella!
“I know where they are” My voice was deep yet taut, a sign of me trying to curtail my anger.
“You really do?”
Cecil asked but I stormed off in the direction of my room while they followed after me briskly.
“Pull up the bed”
I commanded no one in particular but Lucas who looked like something a heavy breeze could blow away any moment, stepped forward and lifted the bed effortlessly.
Lo and behold, Pedro and Isabella were sleeping on their sides with their backs touching each other. There came sharp gasps from the stunned audience.
I picked up the half remaining limited edition bottled Smirnoff
green appletini that I had kept hidden for future purposes- so granny doesn’t take notice of it.
“Did they drink that?” Cecil lifted a trembling hand to her mouth.
I gestured to the glasses in the little bucket that brat had also hidden under the bed, which contained liquid droplets – evidence of the consumed drinks.
“Take your drunk kids home everyone, this party is over ” I announced and vacated the room.
I left my apartment entirely and climbed further up the stairs, reaching another floor before I sat down on the bare cemented ground.
I took a huge sip out of the remaining drink. I was in so much pain at the moment and I needed to get drunk to take away the pain. Sadly, this drink wouldn’t do.
About to take another drink out of the bottle, it was snatched away from my grip by Niles who I glowered at.
“Give it back!”
“Look, I’m probably sure this is all my daughter’s fault and I know you’re angry – I’m not even proud of what she did – but getting yourself drunk is not the right way to get rid of the fury”
“Do you know how scared and anxious I was today because your daughter was missing? I was so stricken with anxiety that I couldn’t think straight, I was so anxious over someone’s daughter that isn’t mine! ” I screamed at him.
I was so angry, I wanted a release and he was the perfect candidate.
“I’m sorry ” he apologized yet it made me further angry but the funny part was that he wasn’t even the source of the anger.
“I was dead worried over someone’s child yet my own mother has never worried over me” the tears began to stream down my eyes.
“Does she even have a heart?”
Niles’POV
Guilt gnawed at my heart, this was all caused by my daughter because I didn’t give her a proper upbringing or so I thought until I heard Maria’s next comment.
“I was dead anxious over someone’s child yet my own mother has never worried over me” Tears burst out of her eyes.
“Does she even have a heart?” She cried.
I was stunned, I thought she was crying because of the stress and apprehension Isabella put her through this evening, who knew she had another thought in mind. But again, there was no denying that Isabella was the one who triggered this reaction in her.
“It’s okay” I tried to assuage the sorrows of this broken woman by bringing her close to my chest, running my hands through her hair soothingly.
“It is not okay” she objected, ” If I could care for Isabella to this extent, how much more her daughter? What did I do so wrong?” Maria sobbed aloud and clung to me, pulling me as close as she could.
“You didn’t do anything wrong ” I murmured, rubbing her back. But it seems the more I talked, the more she cried, so I kept my mouth shut.
With her hand, Maria fisted my white crisp shirt, snot mixed with saliva, drooled down their respective organs, and dripped onto my clothes.
This was the first time I was caught in this kind of emotional blackmail- as I would call it then – and would have hightailed it out of here if it was the old me. Surprisingly, I found myself embracing her further, her head resting on my shoulder as she cried her heart out.
Women were crafty creatures and ninety- percent of their tears were deathtrap designed to lure their unsuspecting victim aka the men, into their sharp claws.
Which was why I evaded the cry babies during the years of my lustful indulgence. Sadly, I still ended up with a crier.
But I didn’t feel revolted since I knew this one wasn’t manipulative tears meant to seduce me – in fact, I’m having the urge to seduce her instead; quite unfortunate that I can’t cry.
Maria cried till her tears duct could no longer produce the salty transparent liquid anymore and she fell asleep on my shoulder.
“Hey” I tapped her but she didn’t react at all which made me really uncomfortable.
Maria was snuggled close to me, her nose repeatedly fanning hot air upon my neck which made the hair on my body stand on edge.