Unwanted Love (book 2) [Ian Gallagher Fanfiction]

Chapter Eight

When I open the house's door Andrew quickly approaches me with an angry yet worried look on his face.
"I'm sorry." I say before he could yell at me.
"I know you take your job really seriously but you should understand that I get worried really easily and that's disrespectful of you." He states staring straight into my eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't imagine it would take so much." I look down the floor as I start feeling guilty picturing him worried while I was.... ...doing what I was doing.
"Fine. Next time just remember that, alright?" He says smiling.
I nod keep staring down.

He gently takes my face with his hands so that I could look at him in the eyes.
"Our first fight as a married couple." He states.
I nod and smile back.
He leans in close and kisses me, his hand went to remove my jacket and then my skirt.
He kisses my breast roughly and pushes me against the bed.
I close my eyes and picture Ian's body. His captivating penetrating eyes and his prominent jaw. I pictured him pushing against my entrance. His cold kisses wetting my neck and me having goosebumps. It was like I was there.

"You're very wet. It didn't happen in a while." Andrew says with a proud look on his face.
After a few of pushes he finishes his work.
I get dressed and go to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.
After a few of minutes Andrew joins me in the room carrying some dossier.
"I'm working on this project. Basically I interviewed a few of new guys who recently entered in the prison and it turned out that Ian Gallagher shouted to defend a girl, it was self defense. We have three possible witnesses." He says underlying what the new prisoners told.

"But there's something wrong.." he pauses for a few of seconds biting his lips then he continues "why would someone like him not tell it. He could have gotten away clear. He wouldn't be in prison right now. Or if he was, it would only costs him a year or two. Under the accusation of drug dealing."
He looks at me. "You talked to him. Did he reveal something important?" He demands as he sits.
"I have to keep the professional secret." I say almost stuttering.
"Right.. oh oh wait. I got it." He looks at me as he had the best idea anyone could think of.
"Someone mentioned he has a girlfriend."
I swallow and my heart starts vibrating. My hands start tingle.
"There's this girl who visits him every month or something. Everytime he wants to see her. They just meet for sex. Maybe that's the girl."
"Who is this girl?" I ask.
"I don't know but they said he meets her every Thursday. And guess what? It's tomorrow. I'll try to talk to her."
I nod. "Can you let me know at what time they meet? So i'll make sure to meet him after and try to ask him or something." I fleer. I need to see who that bitch is. Times passes by but sluts never do. He always had women who thrown themselves on his feet.
"Sure." He kisses my forehead.
"I'm going to sleep now, I'm so tired."
"I'll stay up, working on my other case. Goodnight honey."
I wave him and go in our bedroom.

The next morning I find at Andrew's place a post it saying "I had an early meeting to attend. I made you breakfast. See you at work xx"
I roll my eyes.
My head was still hurting from all the dreams I had that night. I couldn't get out my mind the image of Ian. Of us together.
Even the thought of him gave me goosebumps and butterflies in my stomach. It was like time never passed by, like we never broke up.
I couldn't wait to see him.

I walk in my office where Andrew was waiting for me.
"Gallagher is meeting the girl right now then I will talk to her. I caught a glimpse of her earlier and she is definitely Ian's type. Or any criminal's type." He giggles
"How do you what's Ian's type?"
"I mean criminals like him. They like sluts so they can go tell their other criminals friends about how good they are at bed."
If he knew. Only if he knew.
"Don't be so stereotypical and closed minded." I rebuke him.
"I'm not. When you see her, you'll understand what I mean."
"Is she hot?" I demand.
"I guess. She is not my type. She has big boobs and butt. Blond hair and she probably got lip fillers too. You know like a instagram famous kind of girl."
I clench my fist and I get on my nerves.
If I couldn't have Ian why could this barbie girl have it? What if Ian would fall in love with her?
Or were they just friends with benefits.
She was seeing him naked, she had him fucking her for years, screaming her name out. The idea of him fucking another chick for years was driving me crazy. I imagine her moaning and he saying he loved her.
I close my eyes to get those imagines out of my mind but on the contrary they intensify, I start to feel my hands shaking picturing him fucking her and enjoying it.
What if she enjoyed the sex with her more than the sex with me?

I automatically start walking and Andrew's asking me where I am going but I close the door behind me. It was like I couldn't see either. I've never felt that angry in my life.
Here it is. I see Ian closing a door and two guards carrying him away.

"Where is she?" I scream.
He looks at me puzzled and guards look at Ian confused.
I approach them quickly.
"Miss Eleonora, is everything alright?" One of the guards demand.
"Andrew wants to talk to that b-blonde girl. Bring her to him. I'll talk to him meanwhile."
The guards look at me freezing. "I said. G-O!" They go whispering something.

I push Ian in the room.

"You ok??" Ian says
"I can't believe it. How silly was I?"
He looks at me confused.
"YOU ASSHOLE ADMIT IT!" I say screaming and pushing him against the door.
"Eleonora what the hell?!" He giggles.
"How dare you to make me believe you didn't want me to get involved with you and shit like that when the real reason is that you got a little friend here."
I say pointing a finger against him and keeping pushing him.
He laughs aloud "Jealous Eleonora. That's the Eleonora I remember."
Someone knocks the door and I quickly let him go so that the door is free to open.

A short blond girl wearing high heels a mini pink shirt and a very revealing tank showing her big boobs.
"Sorry love I forgot my jacket." She says as she starts to look around the room.
I look down the floor to see how I mistakenly stepped on it.
I pick it up and swing it in front of her.
Ian whispers "please don't"
I smirk "this one?"
She tries to take it but I don't let her. "It's rude not to say hi when you walk in the room. Probably your parents must've forgot to teach you education, were they too busy teaching you how to be a slut?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Are you jealous because I actually have something to show? Not even surgery would save those not existent boobs." She glares at me.
Ian takes the jacket by making a jump and give it to her. She kisses him roughly but he quickly retreats.
"See you next week." She whispers.

She walks out the room. Ian look at me waiting for an explanation.
"You never change." I say looking ferociously at him and slamming the door behind me.