𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚

Opportunist

Natille's POV •

I drove back to my house, everything that happened with Regina and her...maid still fresh in my mind. Maybe my dad would be able to offer me some clarity if he wasn't still pissed off at me. If he was, then maybe I could squeeze some time in to see my mother and get even better advice.

I pulled up to our home in Forest River, nerves making my hands shake on the wheel real bad as I snaked up the driveway. I saw a like flicker on in the bright daylight, one of the front windows. I gulped and parked my car. I slowly got out, not knowing what to expect. Would my shit suddenly come raining out of the windows down on me? Like chamber pots back in the castle days? Or would my father come outside with a shot gun and tell me I couldn't be here anymore.

I slowly unlocked the front door and called out to my dad. He had to have been nearby. I saw him at the window.

"Daddy's out. But I'm here," someone called out.

My fists tightened and I raced into the kitchen to find Voria. "What the fuck are you doing inside of my dad's house, Voria?" Did I need to get a restraining order on this bitch?

"I just wanted to come and see you. And also hear you apologize for fucking me up like this," she fake pouted. "My body hurts allll over, daddy." She slowly tickled her hands over my body. I pushed her off of me roughly, almost sending her to the ground. "Stop playing with me Voria. You need to get out."

"Who needs to get out?" my father came from downstairs, a brown towel wrapped around his toned waist. Things really started to click as I took in Voria's appearance even more. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore a matching brown towel herself. I started laughing, feeling my anger begin to rise. "Nahh, nahh. Y'all motherfucking playing with me. This is motherfucking April Fool's in this bitch."

"I'm sorry, Nat," my dad said in a neutral tone, heading back upstairs.

"So you tryna take my leftovers now?" I called up.

"She's a woman. Not food, Natille. No matter her number of sexual partners...and how they know each other, she is still an intact woman with all her limbs."

"So y'all had sex?" Well, that was pretty obvious, but still. My mind started to turn all the wrong ways: what if she had a child by him? What if she moved in with him? What if she turned my dad even more against me?

"Well, we did what grown ups do, Natille," Voria said with a slick smile, trying to inconspicuously pat down some of her hairline. "Martin, I told you not to come down until she was gone," she then added. I know that this was equally both of their fault's but-

I lunged at Voria and brought her entire body down as I slung her to the floor by her hair. "Ah! Martin! Help!" she screamed.

I mopped the floor with her lying ass, then started kicking her in the gut. Suddenly strong hands lifted me up and threw me across the kitchen. "Get your hands off of her!" my dad barked, something unfamiliar in his eyes. Protection and love glittered in his dark brown soul.

That was only supposed to be for my mother. Only if he had waited...maybe she could have made parole. Maybe we could have been a happy family.

I blacked out after that, fighting my father off of Voria and screaming and shouting at them. If he wanted a new woman...at least he could have picked someone who wasn't my crazy ex!

I don't know what time it is anymore. It looks to be about afternoon. I'm outside of my dad's house with my shit horribly packed around me. I can faintly remember him telling me that I can come back next Saturday to pick the rest up.