Overcome (editing)

Chapter Twenty - Nine

Picture of Stacey

Author's note

Ladies and gentleman please take a moment to congratulate Kyle Benson for finally tapping the nookie
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Thank you..... proceed:

Kyle left first, I stayed behind and re collect my looks and myself, then I made myself down the hall only to bump once again into Stacey.

You're beginning to annoy me... I told her.

She snorted and walked around me looking me up and down, like a lion about to prance on his prey.

What the fuck is your problem?... I asked.

You bitch!... she answered.... what the fuck he sees in you anyways?... she asked.

Do you have time because it's a long fucking list... I respond.

You're not taking him from me.... she warned.

What's with you... why is he so important to you.... I suddenly inquired.

I don't owe you an explanation whore.... I want him.... she spat.

He's not a fucking thing!.... I suddenly shouted. I was annoyed she was referring to him as an object, Kyle didn't deserve to be described in such ways.... he is a wonderful, kind hearted human being.

O...M...G!!!!... she exclaimed... have you fallen in love!?... she asked and I held my chin up with my mouth closed.

Obviously that was an answer because she burst out laughing.

I don't have time for this... I whispered and started walking pass her, she was still laughing as I reached the ballroom door and as i turned the handle she shouted.... rule no. 1. .whore!..... never fall in love.

When I pushed the door I saw that the ballroom was now flooded with people eating and talking loudly. I tried to scan the crowd for Kyle but I didn't see him.

Suddenly someone grabbed my hair roughly from behind and pulled me to a room that was at the left by the entrance. I knew instantly who it was, fear ripped through my body.

He shoved the door open angrily and shoved me across the floor of the room by my hair. I fell, and when I turned to face him I saw that Mr. Buntly was fuming.

His hands were already made into a fist and his eyes were murderous.

Where the hell have you been!?...he shouted angrily.

Where did he take you?!... he demanded.

I was cowering on the floor, already begging him not to hit me. He suddenly ran towards me and I got up to try run away but he was faster and grabbed me by my hair again and turned me instantly to face me with the back of his hand in the air ready to cut me across my face.

What the fuck is going on here!!?

I heard someone shouted and we both looked to see Kyle standing at the door outraged.

Mr. Buntly released me instantly.
Mr. Benson everything is ok...please.... go back to the party....Mr. Buntly said kindly.

But Kyle wasn't moving and from the look in his eyes, Kyle was ready to kick the shit out of his ass.

This was a disaster, I wouldn't mind seeing Kyle kick his ass but that would only temporary solve the issue. By law we were married, I would still have to go with him and my family didn't have cent to our name to fight all the legal shit that would fall on us plus as fucked up as my mom is, Ryan and Rishaad depended on his contributions. No we have to do it smarter, we have to do it in a way where I can be free completely with no tides.

Kyle was still staring intently at Mr. Buntly, as if he was at war with himself.

Then his gaze shift and he began to look at me. In order to send him my message I slowly shook my head saying no and I took his necklace out from inside my dress and rest it against my heart, simply saying: it's OK and I will forever be yours.

He seemed to get the message because he suddenly calm down and gave an ice cold smile to Mr. Buntly and said.....my father is a family oriented man, he won't want to go into a business with someone who abuses his.....wife....the last word he spat out as if it gave him a bad taste in his mouth.

Mr. Buntly eyes widen as if realizing he was about to loose the deal he quickly rushed over to Kyle.

Mr. Benson I promise you it's not what it seems---

Kyle suddenly silence him with a raised of his hand and looked at him coldly and said: if you don't take anything out of my mouth seriously so far I advise you to treat this differently: if I find out you put your hands on her again I promise you...the deal isn't the only thing you will loose.

The tone of his voice made my blood run cold, he gave him one last murderous look and then walked out slamming the door behind him.

As we left the party our eyes met, me being led out by Mr. Buntly, him standing by the bar with a drink in his hand. In his eyes I could literally seeing him calling out for me, it was the hardest thing for me to ignore and it pained every part of my heart, but I had to and I could tell by his expression that it broke him a bit. I kept walking leaving him behind to be consoled by no other than Stacey who was already by his side.