The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Fifteen: Thief

Marc Anthony's POV
"Sir, you have a guest." Simon informed me.

"I'm busy." I'm hanging upside down on the pull up bar.

"She's already here." He gave way to a woman. She walked interested the gym. She's pretty.

"Marc Anthony?"

I jumped down. I ran a towel over my bare torso to wipe off the sweat.

"You must be Blair."

"I didn't think you'd recognize me." She smiled brilliantly.

"I never forget a face. What can I do for you?"

I prefer working out at the home gym. Paparazzi can't stalk me here.

Blair is staring and it's uncomfortable. I pulled on a t-shirt to cover myself. I wouldn't mind Bea looking at me like this. She sneaked out. I woke up and she was gone.

"Is everything all right back home? Is Bea all right?"

"Bea is great."

"So what can I do for you?"

I emptied an entire bottle of water before closing in on the girl who now seems nervous.

"I don't think it's fair." She spoke up, her brown eyes widening slightly.

She and Bea have similar mannerisms but they look nothing alike. She has brown hair as opposed to Bea's sun kissed blonde hair. Bea has large beautiful emerald eyes as opposed to her sister's narrow brown eyes. Bea is shorter with a petite frame. They are so different from each other.

"What isn't fair?"

"The way Bea is treating you. It's not right. You deserve better."

I am never comfortable about discussing my complicated relationship with Bea. Whatever issues we have, it is strictly between us. Her sister was not an exception.

"Cut her some slack. We are about to get married and we barely know each other."

"You're still getting married!"

"Of course. Has Bea had said otherwise?"

"It's more of what she's doing behind your back Tony."

"What is she doing?"

My heart is starting to race. I clasped the water bottle a little tighter. I hate surprises, pleasant or unpleasant. I like it when things were straight forward, black and white with no grey areas.

"She's cheating on you Tony. She's cheating with the gardener. His name is Lawrence. They even have plans to elope. She's just using you." Lawrence. That was the man calling her when we were in Paris! Our wedding timeline is in three months. When exactly is she eloping and who is this bloody gardener? I crushed the bottle of water in my hand smashing it down on the floor. Hearing that she is cheating on me stimulates all the wrong mental images in my head. I cannit imagine her in another man's arms without equating it to death. I don't want another man to ever taste her sweetness. "She was going to leave you standing alone at the altar." She continued touching my arm. "Tony, you deserve better."

I feel betrayed even though my relationship with Bea didn't start out as most relationships do.

I moved back to cut off the contact. I am furious but I  also have to hear Bea's side of the story. Blair could be malicious towards her own selfish ends. I don't want to encourage her.

"Thank you. If that's all, I'd like to be alone."

"That's not all. See for yourself."

She showed me a few pictures on her phone of Bea making out with another man.