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

the car and then I looked back to where we were previously, seeing no one. Is someone trying to tell me something?

 

“Mystery Guy’s POV”

 

Great, not only have I just made an ass of myself, I have made things just more complicated for me and Cara. Who am I kidding, Cara dumped my ass, I never had a chance with her again since I had to go and fuck that up by… Why can’t I let her go? It seems to me that my past wants to ruin me but I just have to get over her and that’s what I plan to do.

As I walk back into the club, a hot blonde chick comes to me and takes me to the dance floor. As we approach the dance floor, her hips seem to call to me and I answer gladly, knowing that there was more from where that came from…

 

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I wake up confused, not knowing what happened until I see the blonde last night, naked beside me. I then remember everything from last night and I feel nausea, so I get up and get dressed and head off into the driveway and drive off into the road, trying to get as far away as possible from that house. But as I drive, I suddenly have Cara’s face in my head. I could still remember the outfit that she wore and it made my manhood harden, just to remember her in that strapless, black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Those black stilettos and not to mention her with her hair down, those silky hair of hers, and how she fought that girl and that guy, it reminded me of her back in high school, the memories of her being the rebel at school.

Just as I pulled in my driveway, I hear my phone ring.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mr Will’s?” I hear a female’s voice.

“Yes. What seems to be the problem?”

“Uh, your dad, I mean, Mr uh, sir said that he wants you in his office as soon as possible.”

I could hear the girl slightly breathless; I guess I’m really that irresistible.

“Is that all?”

“Ye- yes sir.”

Ahhhhhh, I liked girls being nervous because of me, the power to make them believe and hang onto every word to what you say, as well as the expressions on their faces: Priceless.

“Ok. Tell him I’ll be there in an hour or two, I just have to get some things sorted,” and then I hang up the phone.

I get out of my car and into the house. Yes, it was big and one of those houses you only see the wealthy can afford, but what the normal class people don’t know is that, it gets lonely. Sure wealth is something that is highly appreciated, but having no one to share it with gets tiring and boring. I look up at the stairway, so high yet, there’s only me inside.

I then hear the phone ring.

“Hello?”

“Son, where are you?”

So like my father to call me up and call me his son, when he already abandoned me and my mother back in Colorado.

“I’m at home. Why?”

“You are supposed to be here by now,” He hisses, which told me he was kind of in the middle of a meeting with his chromes.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait… dad.” I hated saying it, but in order to be ruthless you also have to use fire, against fire.

“We’ll be waiting then, son,” and then the phone hung up.

At that moment I wanted nothing to do but throw my phone and smash it into a million pieces. Who does he think he is to call me his son? After all my mom went through, he then decides to pop out of nowhere and declare me his one and only heir. I should be happy, you say. But having to live with no father for 20 years is no easy task. I should be grateful, you say. Why should I be grateful, when he showed no signs of interest in me, up until now?

I know that I should be getting ready for the meeting but seeing that my face in fury in the mirror, I couldn’t hide my disgust about my father. I loathed him, but then my mother’s face pops into my head,

“Son, no matter what, you should always persevere. Don’t give up and fight for what is right, and right the wrongs you have caused,” picturing her last smile, before I was taken to Colorado.

I suddenly thought of Cara. Our first time meeting, was not what you would call the typical “love at first sight” one. I guess I was a bit rash and I tried to apologize, which puzzled me as I’m not the type to apologize. All the memories of our high school days ran through in my head, like the wind changing seasons as time ages by.

But right now wasn’t the moment to be dwelling on what could have been. All I can do now is face for what is to come, with my head held high. Nothing was going to stop me.

 

“Cara’s POV”

 

I wake up, to find my alarm clock screaming out for me to wake up. Last nights events replay in my mind, that I had a hard time sleeping until about 4 in the morning. I still couldn’t get him out of my mind, which infuriated me. Who does he think he is to have the audacity to show me his face? But somehow, I was wondering more of why he was in town. How he managed to come here, of all places.

As I was still fixated in my thoughts, I then hear a light knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I say, just to see my son.

“Mommy, are you going to take us to school yet?” Making his way over to me and then climbing onto my lap.

“Moommmmmmyyyy!!!” I hear Brianne call out and then appear in my room.

She also makes her way to my bed and then I held them together.

“Yes, mommy will take you both to school,” I say smiling at both of them, looking up at me with their cute faces.

“Mommy, you look kind of sick. You sure you can take us?” My son then puts his hand on my forehead. God he’s so cute.

“Yes, mommy will be fine. Now get ready, before we’ll be late for school,” and I give them both a kiss on their foreheads, before they run off to their rooms to get changed, leaving me to watch them in amusement.

Being a mother was tiring, but, it was very rewarding too. Getting up in the morning, just to see the smiles on their faces was priceless. Although I want nothing to do with their father, but having Max and Brianne has been a blessing in my life. They are the only things that keep me going, even now, that I have just seen the person I have longed to escape from is back, but nothing will deter me away from them. Not even him.

I get up and get dressed and then as I go into the kitchen, I find them both eating cereal. Time is going by, and my kids are growing up fast. I wonder how I will tell them about having no father, as I look at them talking amongst themselves.

“Ok guys, come on and eat. Or do you want to be late,” hearing that, they quickly eat with no hesitation of ever stopping… kids.

I go into the fridge to find that it has been filled by Derek. Thank you Derek, I silently thank. I don’t know what is going on between him and Melanie, but all I know is that I owe Derek a big thank you for looking after my two little rascals. I then picture a tired looking Derek, running after my children, which made me chuckle to myself.

“Uh mom, we’re ready now,” as I turn to see both of their bowls in the sink and them already ready.

“Ok kiddo, let’s go. “

And off we went.

 

“Derek’s POV”

 

I went back home after Cara and Melanie came back home. I didn’t want Cara to see me all flustered and tongue tied just seeing her, with that dress that was urging me to rip off to reveal God knows what Cara had been blessed enough to arouse me. I just couldn’t stop picturing those perfect curves being hugged by that dress, which just made my manhood harden even more. I wanted her, I needed her. Just the thought of her being close to me drove me wild and insane in lust. Which is the reason why I’m working myself out to death, to forget, but it only made it worse every time I would think back to her.

Just as I thought this could go on forever, the phone rang. Feeling quite thankful for the distraction, I got up from doing push ups.

As I got out my phone out, I take a look at my phone to see an unknown number. But I decided against my better judgement to pick it up, I mean, it’s harmless and nothing will happen. Unless it’s some weirdo then, they’ll learn what happens when you cross me.

“Hello?”

“Uh, Derek, are you busy today?” I hear a female voice.

“Well, not really. But can I ask who this is please?”  Curious to who this female voice who was able to call me. I’m gonna kill Melanie, knowing this must be one of her tricks to set me up with another one of those stupid dates she so called,  that would find my “one and only true love”.

“Um… oh sorry. It’s me Cara.”

How did she get my number? Oh right, I gave her a note with it, telling her if she needed any help then just to call me, dammit!!!

I was in shock that I couldn’t speak, let alone breathe. It felt like my voice had its own mind and ran away leaving me exposed. I wanted to choke myself for being so naïve to think that she would never call me.

“Uh, Derek? Are you there? Maybe you might be busy, I’m sorry for even asking,” I could hear the panic in her voice.

“N-no, it’s alright I’m just taken by surprise b-because you hardly ever call me,” by this time I was babbling and digging myself an even bigger hole, which I desperately needed at the moment.

“You sure? You sound like you just came back from a work out or something.”

Does this girl see the future or something? How’d she know I was working out?

“Uh, no it’s alright, but was there anything you needed help with?” perspiration dripping from my face and my hands.

“Well, it’s not exactly a job, but can you meet me at my house? I need to tell you something.”

By now I was excited and scared at the same time. I mean, her kids are probably out and Melanie already phoned me that she’s going to be out and to check Melanie if she needed anything. But what made me afraid to tell her yes was, that I would probably not be able to control my hormones raging being near her.

“Sure. What time?” although my brain was flashing a red light at my sudden answer.

“2 pm, and don’t be late,” which I hear her chuckle softly, knowing my history of being late.

“No worries. See ya.”

“See ya,” and then she hangs up.

I stand there for about five good minutes just trying to take in what had just happened. Not only was I seeing Cara, but she was going to tell me something, which means: one on one conversation. At this rate, it’s probably best if I didn’t go. But it was too late now. It was now or never, and I wasn’t going to turn down this invitation, not when the host is tempting me.

 

“Cara POV”

 

When I shut the phone, I suddenly let out a breath that I didn’t even know I had held in. I felt scared and excited. I’m going to see Derek. Stop it Cara, you’re