My Cinderella Story (Be Mine Again)

Chapter 20

*Warning!!*

Christian

I stepped off the elevator to the fifth floor where Amelia reside. This building that she currently lives in is trash. Not to mention unsafe for a single female living alone. This was going to have to change very soon. I stare at the numbers on the door in front of me trying to figure out whether to go left or right. 510. She lives in 503 so right it was since the numbers decline in that direction.

I rounded the corner when I see a man a little older than me exit one of the apartment complex. Whoever he was saying bye too, he smiled happily. The door shuts and he walks away. As we near each other, he spots me and immediately, his eyes light up and a disgusting smile found its way to his not so bad looking face. His eyes scan my profile and once again he smiles oddly. How disgusting. I gave him one of my fuck off stare and that seem to do it as the smile was wiped off his face and he continues to walk off ahead past me. I return my attention to the numbers and slowly got closer to the door the man came out of. My eyes widen as I come to a complete stop at that same door, staring at the number. 503. A shift my head towards the direction of the man, but he was gone. I clench my fist anger quickly consuming me. It was definitely this door. The strong cologne of that disgusting male still lingers here. I knock on the door and waited. I pray that whoever opens that door is not Amelia. I hope my men made a mistake and gave me the wrong address. Otherwise, there's no telling what I might do.

Just a moment later and the door clicks open.

"Forgot something..."

I instantly see red. There standing before me is Amelia, smiling and in nothing but a t-shirt. Her smile disappears as soon as she realizes that it was me at the door and not the man from before. I can see the fear manifesting on her face as I take a step forward and she takes one back. Good!

I enter without a word shutting the door and locking it right behind me. I continue to silently stare at her, assessing her naked legs, her braless chest hiding under her navy tee, her fiery hair that was a mess, making her all the more uncomfortable. She fisted the hem of her t-shirt holding it down as if to cover her up and refused to make eye contact with me. Guilt.

"And you were so upset yesterday," I smirked. That finally draws her eyes to me. Damn she was fucken beautiful.

"Wha... what are you doing here?" she stammered, her little fists shaking.

"I came to apologize and explain. But, it seems unnecessary since you seem to be fucking around too."

She gasp at my harsh words. "What are you talking about?"

"That man that just left. Your apartment reeks of him. What? Jealous that I had a bitch yesterday so you found yourself some dick as soon as you left my house?"

I couldn't control my mouth. I was too angry. The thought of another man touching her aggravated me like crazy. Her smile when she opened the door was for him. The way she looks right now, like she just enjoyed wild sex with him only fueled the fire.

"I... I didn't..." she cuts herself short. "I have nothing to explain to you."

"Obviously there's nothing to explain. It's clear as day what just happened here with the way you look and the way you're dressed." I gave her a look of disgust.

"How did you know I live here? You know what, it doesn't matter. Get out!" she ignores my comment completely.

"Tell me Amelia, what do you think I should do to that man that just walked out of here? Break his leg or his neck." Her eyes widen and her face flush with fear.