Saintwood: Homecoming ✔️(Wattpad version)

Rule number one: never make a move on someone else's man

With the guys settling in, we all hung out more. Ryan would be here within the next week. They were all wrapped up at the hotel, and Charles didn't need Ryan's help anymore.

I called Ryan to see how things were going, as the line connected I heard not his voice, but a female voice answer, "Hello?"

"Where's Ryan?" I asked her.

"Ryan is busy at the moment," she mentioned in a tone that I didn't like.

"What's he doing?" I asked, hoping it was nothing.

"He's in the shower right now." Panic set in. Then what I heard after that made my blood run cold. "I was just about to join him. Is there something you needed?"

"Not anymore," I said, ending the call - Jules. I let the phone drop to the ground and started sobbing.

Ryan came out of the bathroom with only a pair of jeans on. His hair wet, pulling a tee-shirt over his head. Jules quickly set his phone down, pleased with her antics.

He looked at her and snapped, "What are you doing here, Jules?"

"I came here to have you sign these papers," she said, showing him some paperwork.

"And this couldn't have waited," he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your father needs them right away," she quickly responded.

He went over to his top drawer, opening it and pulling out a pair of socks. He walked over to Jules, snatching the papers out of her hand. He sat on the side of the bed. He looked at his phone, then at her, "Why has my phone moved?"

"It rang while you were in the shower, so I answered it. It was some solicitor, so I told them you weren't interested and not to bother you anymore, that you were a very busy man."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why didn't you let it go to voicemail?"

"I figured you wouldn't like that," she reasoned.

He stood up and walked towards her, backing her against a wall. "No one answers my phone except me, period. You're on fragile ice, Jules. I've better not find out you did anything, or you won't like me," he said in a shallow, intimidating voice.

"Y-yes-sir," she stammered.

He backed away and finished signing the papers, shoving them at her. She scurried out of the room. He opened the phone and checked his call log to find there was no recent call. He shrugged, tossing the phone back onto the bed.

As he left, the screen lit up with a name.

I called him again, but no answer, and I hung up before it went to voicemail. My heart dropped. My mind raced with all the thoughts of what they were doing at the moment. Where their hands were, their lips that my adrenaline was surging throughout my body, and I let my anger take control.

I pushed things off the desk in a fury. I threw stuff across the room. I picked up a picture frame with us in it and smashed it against the wall. I was sobbing uncontrollably, letting my rage take full effect.

The bathroom door swung open with the guys watching as my rage became unhinged.

"What the actual fuck?" They exclaimed in unison.

They ran over, trying to grab me, but I fought them off as I threw stuff at them, almost hitting them in the head. They ducked. Frazier finally got a hold of me, ducking out of the way, and pinned me to the floor in a bear hold.

Jordan made a call.

I thrashed about, but Frazier held me tighter, whispering into my ear. "Shh, Alex, it's okay."