Chap 26 : Jealousy Is A Bitch

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Adrian's pov:

I can't help but feel nervous, what if one of her parent's open the door. I can't help but think whom would cupcake look like, her mom or her dad or a mix of both.

Does she have her moms hair, her dads eyes or is she fiery like her mom?

Damn I'm already smitten.

A smile already graced my lips thinking of my beautiful cupcake.

Her beauty enthralled me much like the first time I saw her two years back she somehow made me even more speechless this time.

She became more gorgeous.

My hands were shaking when I reached her house.

If only Noah and Sébastien saw me like this I wouldn't live a day without teasing.

This is nerve wrecking.

A car zoomed pass me parking right in front of cupcakes house.

Who could that be?

Ryder that new guy came out of cupcakes home with a creepy ass smile.

I balled my fist.

Keith was fighting to come out.

My ears perked up when I heard cupcakes name in their conversation.

"How's my Harley doing?"
Unkown male voice asked.

"She's doing great sir I have everything in control, she forgave me".

Ryder said with a smirk.

"take care of my daughter dear".

Unkown female voice spoke.

Ryder nodded before going back in.

What the fuck?

She just told us about Ryder I can't believe she forgave him.

I punched the tree making leaves fall.

My eyes were blazing with fire.

Keith had taken control.

Even her parents approve of that fucker.

I cursed before leaving her phone on the door step.

Slamming my car door I returned home.

I took a glass out drinking some water.

No it can't be right? But I saw it with my own eyes and heard it.

Throwing the glass across the room I slammed my hand on the counter.

Roni came running in the kitchen clearly startled by the glass I shattered.

"what-"

"Not now Roni"

I seethed before going to my room.

Slamming the door shut making the house echo.

Something feels wrong but I can't do anything, I saw it.

Crash another vase on the ground.

Then another.

Keith was getting restless.

Slamming my fist on the wall creating a hole. Right now I don't care.

I'm gonna get answers to be sure before I do something stupid.

Blood was all over my fists.

I plopped myself on the bed. My head in my hands. I wanted to rip my hair out in frustration.

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