My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: MILD VIOLENCE AND MENTIONING OF V*MIT!

Also there maybe be some typos x

Alana - Marie Ryle ~

I wasted no time going over to his bed, stripping the bed sheets off him. The man that was once in peaceful solitude, twitched at the sudden loss of the sheets. Alistair even had the audacity to groan in annoyance, and then groan once more but even louder, visibly annoyed once he took note of why the sheets were taken off in the first place.

"Are you cold dear?" I asked in a sassy tone, holding the duvet in my hand. I was not going to let go of it, if I had done so, he would've retrieved the sheet and gone back to bed

"I am tired Alana, give me the fucking sheet!" His voice half raspy, but very much annoyed sounded within him.

"How do you think I feel?..." I threw the sentence right back at him. I am the only that should be tired. Tired of his bullshit. Tired of his lies and most of tired of the fact that I wasted six years of my love on him

I watched his body, as he fisted one of his hands on a pillow beside him. "If you are tired, go to bed!"

"Maybe if you didn't stick your dick in Iman and parade yourself as a loving husband when you are the complete opposite, I would be in bed..."

That got him up. Fully wide awake now.

Alistair was no longer in his sleeping position, as he was now sitting up on the bed. "What are you on about?" He asked, looking confused. I could not believe the absolute cheek of this man

"Your body language tells me everything I need to know Alistair. I know that you have been having an affair with Iman. I know that she was never a 'distant friend'..." I pointed out to him "...Iman was your ex- your ex that you treated so badly-"

"Treated so badly?-" Alistair cocked his eyebrow at me, the palm of his hands resting side by side on the bed, as he appeared as if he was going to start getting up "-where did you get that from?"

"Simple Alistair...you left...and I found Iman..." I admitted to him. I watched Alistair try to figure out what I had just said.

Like a flash of lightning, he was completely off the bed, grabbed both of my shoulders, ushering me to the back of the wall violently. I hissed at the jolt of the pain that shot all areas across my back. I was beginning to feel the alcohol wearing off of me completely, becoming sober and realising what was happening. I don't even think I even remembered to gasp at all at the sudden rush of adrenaline that took over him. I have seen Alistair angry, but not like this. Not when I didn't know if his next move was going to end up with him striking me or not.

I began to question if this was what Iman had to endure while dating Alistair. I didn't recall Harry mentioning anything physically happening between the pair of them, but you never know Alistair and Iman might've had a good way of hiding it.

"WHY THE HELL WERE YOU TALKING TO HER! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER- I SWEAR TO-"

"WHAT! I SWEAR TO WHAT!-" I shouted, matching his energy and also reminding myself of what I came in here to do "-Are you going to hit me because I've done so..." I let myself down, feeling myself tremble. I was scared. I was trying my hardest to choke up the tears that threatened to escape my eyes

Alistair glared at me, looking into my scared eyes angrily as if he were debating if he should do so. He settled for slapping the palm of his hand against the wall, causing me to jump.

"...I am not going to hit you...why would I do that?..." Alistair finally spoke up, walking away, trying to gather himself together with his hands on his head in distress