A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

A Different Truth

Ian's P.O.V

I sat and listened to their conversation. 

"My my princessa," he mused. "To what do I owe this great honour?"

"I wanted to talk," she replied in a strangled voice. "About today."

"Ah!" he chuckled. "You really are a bad girl. Using your little pet to lure me so you could stab me in the back. Such a dark girl indeed but I don't necessarily dislike that about you. I've always known you have a darkness buried in you."

 He was so damn smug to receive her call like he' was receiving some lifetime award. I hated his guts. I kept telling myself that this was necessary for us to get rid of him for good. If I had my way she wouldn't so much as breathe his name but as always it seemed like what I wanted didn't matter. But when had I ever had my way when it came to Bree? And who the f*ck was he calling a pet. He was one to talk; the way he followed Bree around like a lost puppy constantly trying to get her attention.

"Enough of the bullshit Luka," she growled angrily. "Stop this already! I don't want to be involved with you anymore so would just go home and leave me the hell alone?"

"What? No 'please'?" he taunted.

"Luka!" she snapped.

"Bree!" 

He said her name like pray and by this point I wanted to snatched the phone away and hang it up. I didn't like the way her name sounded on his tongue. He sounded way too possessive of her. And all I could think was that no matter what we did or said he was never going to let her go. The way he sounded like he was caressing her with his tone and the way he breathed her name. It wasn't hard to tell that his obsession ran deep. He couldn't get over her and it wasn't hard to tell why. Bree was irresistble in so many ways. I didn't dare think of how I would be without her. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching her or holding her. She was mine and I didn't want to give her to anyone and I wouldn't. That's why I understood just how unlikely it was for him to let go of her.

"Don't take that tone with me,"she all but yelled. "We are long past that!"

"Ah! But we aren't really," he sang smugly and I grounded my teeth together.

I swear if he was in front of me I would've punched him already. 

"Admit it!" he continued. "Somewhere deep down you know you still care for me, if not you wouldn't bother calling me at all. Why don't you stop playing games and admit what you really want?"

"Does a man with a wife and child really have right to chase childish notions of lost love?"she evaded quickly.

She didn't deny what he asked which made me wonder if he was right. Could she still be? She had said that she could never be with him because he had a family but that didn't mean that she didn't still have feelings for him. It might simply mean that she was too good a person to wreck a family. I stared at the scowl on her face and I wanted to believe that her expression meant that she didn't but what if I was wrong? I was never the best judge of what she was thinking which made me feel like whatever I read on her face could be the complete opposite. What if he scowl was because he had touched a nerve? Then what? I sighed inwardly and tried to push down my anxiety. I wanted to believe in Bree. She was my girlfriend and I would just have to put my trust in her.

"Stop that!" he snapped. "Do not bring Anna and Brianna into this! They have nothing to do with our love!"

"Our?There has not been an our in a long time. Why won't you accept it? Or is it that you can't? When will you get over your obsession?" she snorted sarcastically.