Irresistible Hunk (Mature) Completed

40. The Girlfriend

Avisala! 13k views!! Tanx a lot!

Here's the next chapter! Hope you like it. Enjoy reading!

Your votes, comments, shares/recommendation of this story to your friends and addition of this story to your wonderful reading lists are great Christmas gifts to me guys!!!

Merry Christmas!!! 😘😘

Stacy's POV

"What fucking proof did he show you that you believed him! That made you very damn eager to bring me down! What?!" Paul snarled. None. I didn't answer. I can't answer. I'm so scared. My head bowed. I can't look at him. He will kill me. I just know it. "Answer me! Damn it!" He yelled. I glanced at him, his eyes are so dark now. I swallowed the lump on my throat.

"No-nothing." I stuttered. Blag! My eyes automatically went to the direction of the noise. A broken vase and scattered flower. Paul threw it on the wall.

"None?!-" He was cut off by the opening of the door and Kyle's voice.

"Paul, calm down!" Kyle stood in front of him.

"What's happening here?" A gorgeous lady in a short, navy blue, fitted dress; black high heels, with a black handbag came in and asked before Paul could answer. Paul, Kyle and I looked at her. "Sweetheart?" She continued. Her eyes focused to Paul in confusion. Who is she? Why does she call Paul 'sweetheart'?

A minute of silence has passed before Kyle broke it by answering her query. "Oh, you know, your boyfriend here is being an ass again." Pardon? What.the.fuck.did.he.just.said? My eyes widened and I looked at Paul, and found him looking at me already.

"Alright." She dismissed the topic. "I miss you so much, sweetheart!" She said sweetly then she hugged Paul. Girlfriend. His freaking girlfriend! He has a girlfriend! Oh my gosh! I really became a mistress! Why on earth didn't that idea come to my mind? He is good looking, hot, gorgeous, rich, irresistible and the like! He's almost perfect! Why didn't I think that he has a girlfriend? I'm an idiot! Imbecile! Stupid! Ugh!

"Who is she?" I was brought out of my thoughts by her question. They are now staring at me. I didn't notice that I zoned out. What will I say? That I am formerly one of his fuck buddies or mistresses? I looked at Paul and his face is void from emotions.

"She's my girlfriend." Kyle lied. He offered his hand, I took it and stood. Kyle put his arm around me and rested his hand on the right side of my waist. Why is the need to lie? I mean, I understand that this woman doesn't have to know that his boyfriend fucked me a couple of times, but I can be introduced as a friend or the enemy. Not to be Kyle's girlfriend. "Greta, meet Stacy, my girlfriend. Darling, she's Greta, Paul's girlfriend." Kyle gave me a please-ride-along look. I exhaled. Pasted the sweetest smile that I could muster and held my right hand out.