Female Novel
Chapter 15
Chapter 15 "All right, Dalia, I'll be nice to her. "Open up now." I said
She complied.
"Here comes the plane.... brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I said with a smile.
"Ahhhhhh... number number number." She stated this while eating.
My little sister was perfect; she was the sweetest person and she adored me; she brought out thebest in me, and I was grateful that she was born into my family.
I smiled as I looked at Dalia, but then I noticed movement in the corner of my eyes. She was staringat me, as if she was studying me. She noticed me while I was with Dalia. I didn't want anyone to seeme smile except my family. People saw my happiness as a sign of weakness, and anyone otherthan my blood would use it against me.
I looked at Dalia, remembering that I had promised to be nice to Ava.
"Hello, Ava," I said, my tone cold.
"Um, hello Andrew," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I was just leaving," I grumbled, my gaze darting away from her.
"Um, okay..." I stumbled over her words.
It irritates me when people are flustered. In addition to making my mood worse, her presence wasobstructing my exit from the kitchen.
"Ugggg," I rolled my eyes and motioned for her to move away. Making it abundantly clear how muchshe irritated me.
She rolled her eyes back at me and stepped aside. Rolling her eyes was not the worst of the tricksshe performed. I let it go as soon as she was out of sight.
"What the heck, I just let a babe roll her eyes at me, who am I?" I was thinking to myself.
Ava was pushing all of my buttons, and I couldn't stop her. I got into my car and decided I needed toget some fresh air. I drove to my house because I needed to hit something at the gym.
When I walked into my house, Ashley was sitting on my couch in an ass high skirt and a tank topthat barely covered her tits.
She got up from the couch when she saw me.
"Hello, baby." She said this while raising her voice three octaves above her normal range.
"Do not address me as such." With annoyance in my voice, I said.
Even though I despised Ashley, she was present when I needed to vent; she wasn't the gym, butshe would suffice.
I approached her, pushed up against the wall, and slammed my lips into hers. I shoved my tongueinto her mouth but quickly retracted it because I didn't like how my mouth felt on hers.
I met Ashley three years ago and she has been my go-to hookup whenever I need her. She's beena clingy babe who won't leave me alone since we first hooked up. The only reason I didn't kill herwas because she was always at my disposal. She wasn't bad in bed, but she never left mesatisfied. She could normally get me just aroused enough to fuck, but I can't get excited with hersince a few weeks ago.
"I can't do it; please leave." I said
"But, baby, we haven't fucked in a long time, and I know how much you missed me." she stated
"If you ever call me that again, you won't live another day, now get out," I said, grabbing her jaw. Isaid
She rushed out, and I was finally able to relax.
I went to the gym and began punching my punching bag. As my thoughts raced through my mind.Ava, how dare you disrespect me. How was she still breathing despite having pushed me so hard?How dare she speak ill of me to the one person who cared about me. Who did she think she was?She would never turn my younger sister against me.
I must have been punching for hours because my knuckles were severely bruised when I lookeddown. I checked the time and realized I needed to get back to my mother's house. I needed to tellAva to stop talking about me to Dalia, and I knew exactly what I would say to get her to do what Iwanted.
I got into the shower and reminded myself that I couldn't do anything to hurt Ava. Dalia would neverforgive me if I ever hurt Ava. Despite the fact that my mother rarely saw Ava and Dalia together, shenoticed how much happier Dalia was once Ava started working. I was jealous of Ava, even though Ididn't want to admit it; I wanted to be the only one who made Dalia happy. But I prioritized Dalia'shappiness, and if Ava made her happy, she would stay.
My anger was soothed by the hot water, and I regained my composure. I changed and got into mycar and drove away. I drove to my mother's house and entered quietly. I didn't want Ava to try toflee.
I entered the house and began walking toward the kitchen when I noticed movement in the cornerof my eyes. When I turned around, I saw Ava attempting to flee.
"Stop right there," I instructed.
She didn't stop, but instead hurried to the door, almost opening it before I slammed it shut. Igrabbed her waist and turned her around to face me. I'd pressed myself up against her in anattempt to intimidate her, but it was backfiring.
Her skinny black jeans complemented her legs perfectly, and her shirt was a deep red with a V-neckthat went far enough down to show off her "goods" but not so far that it was slutty. The shirt reachedher waist and fit her figure perfectly. I recall her wearing red on the second day of work because sheknew it was her color and it looked great on her.
I never paid attention to her appearance because I saw red whenever she opened her mouth. But,standing this close to her and watching her gaze at me, I couldn't deny that she was stunning. Hereyes were a deep golden brown, and her skin was tanned and smooth, as if it had been kissed bythe sun. I mentally cursed myself because just looking at her features made my pants flutter, and Iwas sexually frustrated at the time.
But then I remembered who she was and that she had probably slept with everyone in Los Angelesand, by now, probably everyone in New York. I had my men take a brief look at her because I knewshe had been in New York for three years. As a result, I assumed she had slept with at least half ofNew York.
"She's attempting to make your sister dislike you." I reminded myself of this.
That thought alone brought back all of my rage. When I looked at her, she was looking straight atmy eyes, searching for something and looking relieved when she didn't find it.
Why did she appear relieved when she should have been trembling in fear and shrinking at thesight of me?
"I told you to stop, Kitten." I hissed, I was enraged, everything about her enraged me. She waslovely, but she was a whore. She was small but not afraid of me, and she pretended to be nice butwas not.
"It's Ava to, and I'd rather you weren't this close to me so I don't break your arm." She complained,her voice irritated. Her arms were crossed across her chest.
I didn't move because she had no authority over me, and just because she could twist a little handand shove me didn't mean she could do anything else.
"We're going to discuss what you said to Dalia." I said
"What are you talking about? If you haven't noticed, I spent all day with her, so you'll have to bemore specific." I rolled my eyes as she spat.
"I'm not in the mood to play games, kitten." I said
"I told you, you'll call me Ava, not some stupid animal name, and to be honest, I'm not in the mood,so let's make it easier on both of us, I'll leave, and you won' t have to deal with me." Cool, okay,cool, bye bye." She turned around and reached for the doorknob again.
I took her arm and pushed her onto one of the chairs, resting my hands on both sides of the chair.novelbin
I was boiling with rage; she was putting me to the test, and I was not having it.
"I'm just not in the mood." I screamed.
"Okay, relax, Dalia is in the other room, and I don't want to frighten her." She stated.
She pretended to care about Dalia, and as a result, I wanted to rip her throat.
"Are you going to tell me what I allegedly said to Dalia that made you so angry?" She mumbled.
"You told her I made you upset and that I was mean; I don't care what you say about me outside ofthis house, but when you're in here, you'll talk to me and about me with respect." I said, raising myvoice to make it clear how serious I was.