Chapter 69 BOOK 2: Don't Mess With Me 1
NADIA
What did you call me?! - I found myself yelling at that spoiled, bitter rich girl.
"That's exactly what you heard, bitch ."
She emphasized the word "bitch," and I clenched my hand into a fist, already preparing to break her upturned nose.
But when I tried to make a move on that bleached-blonde bitch, Dean grabbed my arm, preventing me from taking any further steps towards her.
"What are you doing here, Sofia?" he asked, still gripping my arm and completely ignoring my anger.
"So the wretched woman's name is Sofia, good to know," I thought, feeling the itching in my palm to slap her down.
"Did you forget?" she asked, making a face like a lost puppy, and I smiled, realizing that's exactly what she was.
A mistreated little dog who was practically begging for a good fuck.
I'm not a troublemaker or anything, but don't think I'm a pushover either, and if that girl calls me a slut again, I'll punch her in the mouth and break her teeth.
What did I forget? - Dean asked politely.
"What is this dog to him?" I thought, annoyed.
"You said you were going to have lunch with me today." She lowered her gaze towards Dean's cock and blushed.
"Did she blush?" I thought, confused.
"Maybe they haven't slept together yet, how interesting..."
He didn't seem to mind being naked in front of her, and that gave me an uncomfortable and irritating feeling.
"It's still too early, Sofia," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" He looked at me somewhat awkwardly, and I felt like the intruder in the middle of all this.
Especially since it was this dog who ruined our fun.
"Ah, I can see that now," she said, looking at me up and down, then frowning.
"Your tastes are getting worse and worse by the day."
This time I couldn't hold back, and after managing to get out of Dean's grip, I jumped on top of the blonde dog.
"Oh, help, Dean!" she screamed as I grabbed her hair and prepared to punch her in the face.
"Let her go, Nadia!" Dean yelled, grabbing my waist and pulling me off the wretched woman.
"Let me go! I'm going to break her face!" I yelled as I struggled in his arms.
"Be quiet, or I'll punish you in a way you won't like at all," he whispered close to my ear, just loud enough for me to hear, and as always, I obeyed, afraid of getting spanked.
"I think it's best if you leave, Nadia," Dean said, letting go of my waist and picking up his gray sweatpants from the floor.
"What, we haven't fuck yet?" I said indignantly while listening to the giggles of the disheveled dog.
"That can wait, I'll take you home," he said after putting on his pants.
"I'll get dressed, and I'll bring you something to wear in a little while."
He left the room holding hands with the bleached-blonde dog, and closed the door, leaving me alone and angry.
"Son of a bitch."
DEAN
Why did Sofia have to show up right now?
I was having a wonderful time with Nadia, and I was already thinking about fucking her again, when Sofia opened the door.
"Why did you let her hit me?" Sofia asked as we approached my room.
"I didn't let her, she freed herself from my grip," I replied seriously and angrily.
"But it was your fault for provoking her like that."
Even though Sofia is my younger sister, I loved seeing Nadia jump on her and pull out some strands of her dyed hair.
I loved her, but sometimes she was incredibly annoying and very spoiled.
"I know..." she said, unconvinced.
"What is she to you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's none of your business," I replied, letting go of her hand as we entered the living room.
"Stay here, I'm going to get dressed and I'll be right back," I said seriously, then turned my back to her.
NADIA
I sat on the bed imagining a thousand and one ways to kill that little dog.
Yes, I gave that wretched woman a nickname.
When Dean opened the bedroom door, he was wearing jeans, a white polo shirt, and sneakers.
"My God!" I thought, seeing how good he looked in casual clothes.
"I brought a t-shirt and sweatpants," he said, handing me the clothes.
"Get dressed quickly."
I caught it, closing my mouth, which was starting to drool, and gave thanks.
"But don't think I've forgiven you for stopping me from hitting that little dog," I thought, getting out of bed.
I got dressed while feeling Dean devouring me with his eyes, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"Let's go," he said after I finished putting on my pants.
I didn't answer because I was still angry that he kicked me out of his house after we hadn't done fucking, to be with that other woman.
So I followed him silently, inhaling his scent on the t-shirt I was wearing and it smelled so good...
It smelled like fabric softener mixed with the fragrance of his perfume, which I still haven't been able to identify.
But it was so delicious that I restrained myself from grabbing the collar of his t-shirt and inhaling all the scent contained within it.
We stopped in the living room and I spotted the little dog sitting on the sofa, visibly impatient.
I stared at her with murderous hatred, and she returned the look with pure discord.
"That wretched woman doesn't know who she's messing with," I thought angrily.
"Let's go," Dean said, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room, and I realized he was also referring to the little dog.
"Is she coming with us?" I said, sensing that the atmosphere in the car would be even more dangerous...
Yes, of course.