Resentment - Relina Blacsmith (hot novels to read .TXT) 📗

was only a fool’s wish. And apparently, I am that fool.

 

“Cara’s POV”

 

“Hey Melanie, there sure is a lot of people here,” looking to see a lot of people, around the club.

“Oh, come on. Plus, Hannah is here already, so let’s go,” getting out of the car.

I get out as well, but I was not really use to crowded places, so I just followed Melanie. As we walked inside, I could see the dance floor covered with people and men staring at the both of us, mainly at our neck and downwards, pervs. Melanie on the other hand was fairing quite nicely, being greeted by a lot of people that half of them, I’ve never seen in my life. We then see Hannah waving to us, we them made our way over to her.

“O.M.G!!! Melanie, what have you done to my sister?” when we finally made it to her.

“Oh, you know. A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”

We hugged and talked some more and to be quite honest, this night was not too bad as I thought.

“So Cara, do you have a man in your life?” My sister asks, while I roll my eyes.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh wow, look it’s him Cara. Look, it’s the hottie with the amazing green eyes,” when I turn to see the person that Melanie was pointing at, the same guy who we saw at the car park.

I also see him with this other, good looking guy and a blonde on his arm, enter. But what caught my eye was the guy, who had the exact same coloured eyes, as my ex. I turn my head away, trying to avoid looking into his eyes, afraid he’ll see through me into my past.

“Um Melanie, who is that?” I see my sister, pointing at him.

“Oh, he’s the heir to the company Silvering Corporation,” Melanie gushes.

“Mmmm… he’s rich, handsome and sexy. I like,” I see my sister eyeing him.

My sister Hannah is quite the looker. She is blonde and has nice, hazel eyes like me, although I just have the hazel without the nice in it.  Okay anyways, my sister is what you would call “boy magnet”. She was constantly in men’s presence and I have given up counting, of how many boyfriends she has had.

“I think I’m going to talk to him,” my sister says and getting up to go.

“Puh-leeze. Last time you said that, the bastard you went out last time ended up going psycho, when you went to “talk” with this other guy,” as Melanie aggravates her past, in her face.

“Whatever. See ya,” and then she saunters off to him.

“Come on Cara, let’s go and dance.”

Melanie and I joined the crowd and my song lose control by Keri Hilson came on, making me wanting to dance even more. Melanie was doing her thing, while I was doing my own little thing. I then felt a hand on my waist, guiding it to the beat which made me turn around just to meet, these blue eyes that I seemed to be drawn to.

“Mind if I join ya?” smiling down at me.

“No, not at all,” surprising myself.

I danced with him as the beat of the song hypnotized me, while I felt his hands snaking my body and exploring in the same time. I twirled around to meet his lips on my neck, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to drown in it. But my common sense fought the urge off.

“Thanks for the dance,” as the song ended, with me letting him go.

But he still didn’t get off me.

“Uh, you can let me go now.”

But he still didn’t let me go. I then felt his tongue flickering on my neck, which by this time, I’ve had enough.

“Look punk, you get off me, right now!” pushing him off me.

“I see. You’re a feisty one,” making his way towards me, which fuelled my anger even more.

As he came closer, I timed him, waiting for him to position himself near my head. He then puts his arms around me and when I felt his head on the target, I did an uppercut on his chin, forcing him to stumble backwards in surprise. He then continues to come at me, but before he could I kick him straight in the stomach, sending him crashing against some people.      

“Cara, please stop,” I hear Melanie trying her best to calm me down.

I then see this red head chick, coming towards me.

“Bitch! Who do you think you are to do that to my boyfriend,” and then slaps me across the face, and then I hear the crowd gasp.

I could now feel the crowd, watching us in earnest. I then turn my head slowly, to face the red head, as her smirk wipes off her face the minute; I gave her my “you’re dead” smile.

“I’m that bitch who is going, to kick you and your boyfriend’s ass,” punching her right in the face, sending her across a few centimetres.

I was furious and that punch was not enough, to satisfy the rage within me. I quickly ran to where she was lying and picked her up by the collar, dragging her across the floor, and she slid easily enough as the floor was vinyl and very slippery making it easier for me to drag her. I was a bit surprised I could run in these towering heels, let alone dragging a person and still able to walk in them.

“Get up slut and let’s finish what you and that son of a bitch boyfriend of yours started,” I spat, finally letting her go.

For a few moments I could see her struggling, to get up but by now I had no mercy and went back to her and put my foot on her back, forcing her back onto the floor. The crowd was cheering by this time, some shouting “eff her up” and wolf whistling.

“If you wanna start a fight, bitch, do it right,” and then I took my foot off her and went to her boyfriend, who was now sitting up, and grabbed him by the collar.

“And as for you, punk ass, try that again and you ain’t going to have a pretty face, let alone a face. Got that?” And then when I let him go, I could see him nod in fear, while the crowd goes wild.

I then felt Melanie and Hannah, by my side.

“Sis, that was…”

“AWESOME!!!” They both say at the same time.

I couldn’t help but smile, pleased that I’ve still got my fighting moves and attitude. You see, when I was in my teens, I was a rebel. I joined a boxing class, karate class and even street fighting. I guess it’s paid off, seeing to those two.

“Man, last time I saw you fight it’s was because you hated that chick, who said Hannah and I were bitches,” Melanie pats me.

As I was about to tell them that I’ll go home, I felt this presence at the back of me. I turned around to face the green eyed guy that looked like my ex, shit.

 

“Mystery man’s POV”

 

“Cara?”

I see her hazel, brown eyes widen.

“Uh, how does he know your name, sis?” The chick that came to flirt with me, says.

“I think you must be mistaking me for someone else. Bye,” and then she walks away from me, with her sister and friend follow suit.

I too, followed.

“Cara, come back! I know it’s you, please let me explain,” I plead.

I then see her stop and turn to me. She was, beautiful. The girl, whom I had loved, was now giving me daggers.

“Look, I don’t know who the hell you are, so fuck off! I don’t need to deal with the likes of you,” and then she turns to go again.

“I know you’re still mad at me, please listen.”

She then stops walking.

“Are you done?” venom dripping with each word, she spoke.

“I uh, I…”

“Then good-bye sir and have a good evening,” and without looking back at me, she continues to walk away. 

Chapter 4

“Melanie’s POV “

 

Okay, this is weird but how is it possible that the new hottie in town knows Cara’s name? I mean, he just came to this town a week ago and already, he knows Cara’s name, there’s something that is not right here. I don’t know if I’m paranoid or just plain puzzled, but all I know that is there is something that Cara is keeping hidden from me and I don’t like it one bit.

 

“Hannah’s POV”

 

How the hell does that hot guy know my sister’s name? Wow, this is so surprising that out of all people, he knows my sister, yes, my sister’s name. I mean it’s not that I’m being sarcastic or anything it’s just that Cara’s known to be a turtle ever since she came back from New York, with the twins in her stomach, crying. From that day onwards, she has never dated, looked at another male in her life besides her son. But now that this has happened, I’m now second guessing my sister and her past. What really made her come back to Chicago with tears and twins?

 

“Cara POV”

 

Shit! As I’m walking fast to my car with Hannah and Melanie tailing behind me, I’m hoping and praying that they both don’t suspect anything. Because if they do, I am done for and I don’t want anyone to know for it’s too hard for me to bare my scars that I have tried to hide beneath all my work, and fake smiles.

“Cara, you alright?” Hannah asking me.

I couldn’t look her into her eyes for I was afraid that if I were to, my eyes would betray me and I would not be able to hide it beneath the mask that I am trying to hold. Dammit! Out of all people it had to be him and on this very fricken night, I mean, really?

“Yes, I’m alright. He just scared me for a bit,” trying to breathe in as well as breathing out as I was having difficulty breathing at the moment.

“Ok, if you say so. But if you need anything, just ring me, kay?”

“Sure,” and then she leaves to her car.

As I arrive to my car, I fumble into my purse trying to get the car keys. My hands were shaking and I couldn’t think straight that Melanie had to grab the keys off me.

“Cara, you sure you alright girl?”

I turn to look at Melanie. She looked at me as I would have to Brianna and Max if they were hurt. I felt like spilling the truth, but something held me back, so I decided to lie, even though it killed me.

“Ah…Yes, I’m just a bit shaken by how that guy was very accurate on he got my name. Seems to me like the guy had a bit too much to drink and probably mistook me for someone else,” wanting her to stop questioning me or else I might give it away.

“Oh. Well in that case that is very disturbing, but I guess you must be right, because I did see him drink vodka and then rum and then 2 glasses of wine. Wow, he must be strong enough to stomach all that alcohol as he never once slurred in saying your name,” who is now murmuring.

As we got into the car, I started up