Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“I thought as much, it couldn’t be a coincidence that the invitation comes days after we rescued her,”
“I know fools like him and he’d try to offer me cash in exchange for her,” The old man revealed, and that made Emerald’s blood boil.
“Unfortunately, I’m on vacation with my grandkids,” there was still laughter in his voice as he said to Emerald, “You’d make a better spokesman,”
At the mention of that, Emerald was thrilled with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to see Fernandez face to face.
The third point of view:
“Aww!” Anabelle stumbled on her stiletto heel but Israel was quick to catch her on the waist, pressing her flush against his body.
“Easy,” He cautioned her, his hand still on her curve.
“Thank you,” She giggled sheepishly, trying to stand on her two feet yet her world kept swirling and she ended up falling back on him. Annabelle was in one word, wasted.
Israel sighed, Julie was surely going to kill him when he returned. He had thought the girl would be able to hold one shot of the drink, who knew she was a light brain.
“Wuah ” Anabelle slurred drunkenly, “You have nice pecs,” she admired, already slipping her hand into the inside of his shirt which caused the boy to panic.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His eyes were rounded from fear as he tried to pull her hand away, and that was the scene Julie was welcomed to when he returned.
“You bastard!” Julie was furious and threw the boy a punch.
Unfortunately, Israel who saw, more like he expected the treatment, dodged to the side and the blow unexpectedly landed on Annabelle.
She fell to the ground and an odd silence reigned instantly amongst the crowd; it was as silent as a graveyard.
“You’ve killed her!” Israel shouted after an unknown time of awkward silence. He bent and picked the unconscious girl from the ground.
Julie stared at his fist, shocked. What did he just do? He never intended to hurt the girl. Israel was supposed to be the one hurt. Had he committed murder? He didn’t want to go to prison! Even if he escaped now, the Sparkss would hunt him down to the end of the earth.
“She’s sleeping,” Israel announced to his relief.
He’s saved. ThankGod.
Julie watched as Israel checked the girl’s heartbeat by placing his ear on her chest and for some reason, it irritated him greatly. He was the one supposed to be doing that.
“Hand her over to me?” He commanded, stretching out his hand for his request to be fulfilled.
“Why? So you can punch her again?” Israel sneered.
“You know that was a mistake,” He was beginning to get annoyed.
“Thank you but I’ll take her home myself. You can follow me or not – not that I care,”
“Take her home? Are you crazy? Her people would kill me once they see that bruise on her head. I need to take her to my place for the night so the swell could subside,” He said.
“What?” Israel was shocked, “Take her to your place?! Do you take me for a fool?”
“I’m not going to touch her, I swear ” He raised his hand in the air already knowing what he was thinking. He never thought that one day, his great reputation would come to haunt him.
“Fine, you can take her to your place but I’ll be spending the night there too,” Israel gave him a condition.
“Wait a minute here, you keep forgetting that Anabelle’s my date,” Julie reminded him.
Israel gave him a sly smirk, “I keep thinking we should send the girl home to her parents,”
“Fine,” Julie gritted his teeth, “You can come along,” That sly fox. Come to think of it, why was he even friends with him?
“By the way, how are you going to convince her people to let her stay at your place? I wouldn’t even trust my sister with a player like you ?” Israel asked, still giving him a doubting look.
“I have my way. So can you please be productive with your hands and not your mouth only,” He tactically insulted yet implied that he should hand the girl over.
With no choice left, Anabelle was given to Julie who carried her over to his car possessively. The fact that Israel was hovering around Annabelle didn’t sit well with him.
Do not be mistaken, It was not that he liked Anabelle, but he needed her to win Isabella over, but then if she dares to fall for Israel, his plan would be ruined. So he had to keep the girl away from Israel by all means possible.
And why was Israel even behaving like a love-starved puppy around Anabelle? Sure, the boy wasn’t a Cassanova like him, but Israel had gotten a share of girls too. Moreover, Anabelle was not his type.
Both men drove in silence, preferring to keep their silence to each other and even when they arrived, worked with tactile understanding until the issue of where Anabelle was going to spend the night came up.
“She’s going to stay in my room,”
“What?! No way! There are plenty of rooms around for her to stay, ” Israel refused.
“What do you mean by no way? She’s my date,”
“She’s your date doesn’t entitle you to try anything stupid with her. I might be your friend but I won’t stand and watch you harass an unconscious woman – that’s so low even for you,”
Julie glared at him, how dare he accuse him ridiculously. He would never do that.
“I just need her where my eyes would be,” So he claimed.
“Fine, then I’ll stay too,” Israel insisted
“What?! No way”
Israel stepped closer, “What do you mean by no way? Don’t tell me you had evil intentions towards her from the very start?” he challenged.
Seeing that arguing wouldn’t take them anywhere, Julie gave in.