Te trouver (Paranormal Romance)

Chapter 4 Scott

              The feeling of speed that my car gives me is exhilarating. I have always liked to take risks, even if they are measured. When I act in an action movie, I am over the moon. It's strange, moreover, because in my personal life what scares me the most is to give my trust. Maybe that's why I get along well with Jessica, I recognize without any malice that she is not a light but she does not have a mind to manipulate me either. With her, I fear nothing and then in bed she is quite distracting. I cut the engine of my Harley in front of my house. This huge white hut cost me an arm but I love it. Located on the heights of Santa Monica, it offers a breathtaking view of the Pacific and its beaches.

Night has now fallen, all the lights are on, Jessica is home. I open the front door. My three dogs immediately come to celebrate. I stroke them before walking through the different rooms: the living room, the kitchen (just to check even if Jess never sets foot there), the office... no one.

I take the marble staircase, always accompanied by my dogs who never let go of me when I am at home. Arriving on the first floor in front of our room, I hear him speak. She must be on the phone. I open the door, the room is lit as in broad daylight and I remain petrified on the spot.

Jessica is there but... she is not alone. A guy is lying in my bed, on top of my girlfriend who sighs with pleasure in the middle of the crumpled sheets. For my part, I refrain from throwing up. Neither of them saw me as I widen my eyes. I find it hard to realize. Damn, that's not true ! It's not possible ! My brain does not register what is happening in front of my eyes. No one had ever done this to me !

Next to me, Herst my bulldog growls as he stares at the intruder in my bed. Jessica glances in our direction and finally sees me. She utters a cry of amazement pushing her lover away.

I clench my fist along with my jaw.

– Sc... Scott, my God ! This is not what you think !

I raise an ironic eyebrow. She was getting fucked and she dares to tell me that.

– Are you kidding me !

I am amazed to be able to hold back my screams.

The guy quickly leaves my bed and searches for his clothes on the floor. Now that I see her face, I recognize it, it is her bodyguard when she goes to fashion shows. If I weren't so angry, I would tell him he's doing his job very well, seeing as my girlfriend's body can't be kept any closer. She could at least have taken a handsome guy to replace me in place of this big bald head with a bald head who does not even manage to scare me, especially at this moment when he seems to shrivel on himself to be forgotten.

Jess gets up in turn, puts on a dressing gown and walks towards me.

– What are you doing at home ? You shouldn't be there ! She cries, throwing her long black hair down her back.

– Damn, I can't believe it ! You are cheating on me and it's my fault !

I scream louder than she.

– If you weren't so full of yourself, you would have noticed for a while that I'm not happy with you ! But no, Mr. Johnson thinks only of his little person ! You are so perfect that we are all miserable compared to you !

– I gave you everything Jess ! All ! My money, my connections ! All ! What more did you want ?

This time I screamed. Her lover is watching us from a corner of the room, I'm still at the door blocking his exit, but to tell the truth I don't care. He should be happy that I didn't blow his face off him. The plans for the future that had started to enter my mind in recent months have just died suddenly. I had dozens of relationships without a future, maybe even hundreds, but for Jessica I had made an effort to open up to her, to remain faithful despite all the opportunities I had to cheat on her and this is how she thanks me. The bitch !