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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