Father In Law

Chapter 33

Anthony :

I don't sleep the whole night and I have no one to blame but myself. I just kept staring at the painting Julia arranged in my room. I knew Charlotte had bought it. It called to something inside me and I couldn't take my eyes off it while I couldn't keep my mind off the things I'd said to her.

I felt myself cracking in her presence and needed her to get out. Each cruel word to her was a bulldozer to me. I just wish she'd slapped me harder. I deserved much worse for the pain and hurt I put into her beautiful eyes.

I get dressed for the day and as soon as I step out of the room, the door bell rings. I hold my hand to stop Julia and open the door myself.

Instantaneous rage fills me up.

"Hello Anthony. Miss me?"

What is this fucking cunt doing here and who the fuck let her in?

"Even if I was burning in the depths of Hell for all of eternity and you were my only salvation, I'd spit in your face." Bitch.

She tsks. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Get off my property Della." The anger has given way to indifference.

Her eyes latch on to something behind me and I see the cunning glint in her eyes.

"Sebby, my baby!" She barges into my home and takes Sebastian's face into her hands.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to see my son?" He's not her son, in any way that matters.

"Of course, I'm just surprised is all."

Charlotte descends the stairs behind Sebastian and she looks gorgeous, even though her eyes are rimmed red, no doubt because of me. Her glossy brown hair cascades down her back. Sometimes, I want to fist that hair, put her face down, ass up, legs spread, and rut into her like a savage, and when I come inside her, I'll plug it in with my fingers, so my seed takes root inside her womb and she'll be bound to me. Jesus. The front of my pants tighten uncomfortably, to the point of pain. Her light pink blouse hugs her breasts perfectly. I bet I could make her cheeks blush that color as I suck on her tits. I bet her ass looks fantastic in those black pants. I'd make her pant as I licked her pussy.

"Dad!" I snap my attention to Sebastian.

"What is it?"

"I've been calling your name for the past two minutes."

"Apologies. My mind was elsewhere."

Sebastian leaves it at that while Della narrows her eyes. Does she think she's on to something? It's hilarious if she does.

"I was asking you if Mom could stay with us."

"No." A simple and direct answer for a fucking bitch who's not simple and direct.

Sebastian's face hardens.
"You can stay here."

"Oh darling, I wouldn't want to intrude. Who's this here?"

This bitch doesn't even know her son's wife? Christ. That actually made headlines. How could Sebastian be so dense so as not to see through his so called Mom.

"This is my wife, Charlotte." That causes my chest to terribly pinch.

Charlotte forces a smile.
"Nice to meet you." She doesn't mean it, I can see it in her face.

Della looks down her nose at her. Fuck this bitch. Coming to my house and acting haughty?

I speed dial Dave's number and hold the phone to my ear.

"What were the instructions I first gave you when you were hired?"

He thinks for a while.
"To not let a woman named Della in." I can hear the nerves in his voice. He should be fucking terrified.

"And how did I ensure you knew who she was?"

"You gave me several pictures, told me to burn them after burning them into my memory."

"So pray tell why she's standing in my house, right in front of me."

"I'm so sorry sir, she said it was an emergency, a matter of life and death. She was crying too, full on wailing."

"I don't care. You broke the number one rule. You're fired."

I hang up without listening to any of his excuses.

Sebastian looks at me in anger, Della scans the house and my ray of sunshine, she avoids eye contact with me. I don't deserve to look into those beautiful greens anyway.

"Alright, I'll stay. Since you insist Sebastian."

That's it. I've had enough of this bullshit drama.

"If you don't get off my property in the next ten seconds, I will call the police and file a restraining order against you. So you either leave by yourself or you leave kicking and screaming."

Her face pales and she finally appears to be scared. Which she should have been before entering into my property.

Sebastian can hate me all he wants. Someday, he'll know I'm doing it for his own good.

Della finally leaves and Sebastian storms off, his car roaring behind him. It's just me and Charlotte left.

She strides past me, definitely on her way to work, but as soon as I get a whiff of her scent, I grab her arm and slam her against the wall. Even with my arms caging her against the wall, she turns her face away and refuses to meet my gaze.

I slam my fist against the wall. I see her barely contained flinch.
"Look at me dammit."

She clenches her jaw and still refuses to look at me.

I grab her jaw and force her to look at me. When her eyes finally meet mine, I'm hit with the intensity of hurt and anger in her orbs.

I pull her into me, wrapping her in my embrace. I fist her hair and try to mold her into me. She doesn't return it. My dick stands at attention again, but I ignore it. It feels like a lifetime since I've had her in my arms.

"Anthony, let me go." Never. Not in this lifetime. Her words are muffled, but I understand them.

I loosen my grip on her.

"You don't have to do this out of some misplaced sense of responsibility, or worse, pity. I don't need it and I don't need you."

With her painful words echoing in my heart, she leaves.