CASPAR.
"B-Boss," Alex stuttered as his eyes saw the sight of what I was witnessing. "I-I do not have any idea about this."
"That's because the Sharapova family is a very mysterious family. Nobody has ever extracted all the information on them," Zion interrupted as he watched Bella with a child and another man. "They're a liquor tycoon family so they have connections with the underworld as well as the army. And the strange fact about them is, they have no enemies, no competitors in business."
I turned back to Zion and gave me a surprised look. "Is the Sharapova family the oldest family in Saint Petersburg?"
"No. No, they are around for 20+ years, that's what amazes anyone."
I was surprised but soon I saw that man hugging Bella. My blood boiled as I clenched my fists and got inside the car. "Zion get inside, we are not staying in the villa. Book my flight to New York, I'm returning."
Shocked, Alex leaned close to the car's window and asked, "What about the invitation card? Weren't you planning on inviting Madam Bella to your wedding?"
I thought for a moment and then replied sarcastically, "Stay behind and hand the invitation card to her in person. And then return with the information on how in love she is with that blonde man!"
Alex looked mortified because he had sensed that I was in a bad mood. He just bowed in respect and waved goodbye to me as my car left with a few others who had bodyguards.
On my way to the airport, I received a call from Erick. I was already angry and depressed because of what I saw earlier. I couldn't get out of that man's image of kissing Bella. And now my annoying brother is calling me to bother me. "Hello, brother. What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?'' Erick growled at me through the phone. "Nancy informed me that you left for some urgent matters. But you have yet to return. Where are you, brother? Tomorrow evening is your wedding ceremony with Nancy!"
I paused and looked at Zion in frustration, prompting him to take my phone from me and report him about my return.
Zion quickly took the phone from my hand and I walked inside the airport where Zion had arranged a private jet for my quick departure.
I boarded the plane and flopped on my seat, removing my mask and the baseball cap, I relaxed my back and head on the seat.
"How could she fucking play with me even now?" I cursed, gritting my teeth. I was too enraged, I traveled so far only to witness her being happy with her second husband. Woah, I must be crazy to actually believe her lies.
Managing a regretful, wry smile on my face I whispered to myself, "I'll no longer believe her lies even if it's the truth she's speaking. I'll see her grovel at my feet to my heart's content."
"Let's see what kind of expression she will make when she sees me kissing Nancy at the wedding ceremony's Altar."
***
Next day, 3 am in the morning, New York, United States.
The maids opened the mansion's doors for me and I walked inside only to be bumped into Nancy. Closing my eyes in annoyance, I shouted at her.
"What is it, Nancy? Why are you still awake and roaming in the mansion?"
She almost cried,"I-I was waiting for you. Erick called me and said you on your flight to New York, so–"
"So, you couldn't keep your mouth shut and reported about my leave to my brother?" I growled at her as my hand flung into mid-air. "I thought you were an intelligent girl who wanted money and a frame. What's the fuck wrong with you, huh?"
I glanced at her, and placing my hand on the wall, I closed the distance between us. I was waiting for her reply, but she just leaned close up and pecked on my lips.
"I-I was worried about you, Xavier."
I was petrified, I was beyond shocked and felt my lips burning in disgust. I pushed her back and frowning down warned her,"Do not touch me without my permission or you might die at my hands."
Saying that I went upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom. Hurrying inside the bathroom, I washed my face under the running tap. Rubbing my lips furiously I cursed,"Damn, fuck, fuck why I'm feeling this disgusted?"
I raised my soaked face and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Running my fingers through my dishevelled wet hair I murmured,"Does she prefer a blonde man? A man whose hair is like strings of gold and shines even in darkness!"
I looked at my dark chocolate brown hair. I started feeling low before I realized what I was even thinking about.
"Fuck her preference or type."
I got out of my bathroom, changed into comfortable clothes and went to bed. I was tired from the long flight however my eyes couldn't shut as I stared at Bella's photo on my phone's screen.
I ended up getting up and drinking two glasses of wine to sleep. I can't stay away for two straight days! The opposite happened, I got hot and unbuttoned my shirt.
"Fuck, is this time to be getting hard?" I cussed looking down at the bulge in my sweatpants.
I got up with my heavy, dizzy head and searched through my closet. Finding a red lace panty, I smirked in heat, "How pathetic I am! I still have her panty which she left behind on our first nightstand."
The next second, I was dry humping between the two pillows on the sofa while sniffing on Bella's panty.
"Ah, I'm so nasty. I'm a creep, how could I get so horny just by sniffing her panty," I grunted and moaned in pleasure.
The guilty pleasure was so beautiful and sexy that I could keep masturbating for hours and hours.
"Gosh, I'm going to die without her," I moaned as I increased my humping between the pillows. My eyes rolled in euphoria as if I was high on cocaine and dopamine.
"Fuck you, Bella," I groaned almost releasing my load on the pillow when I realized that I will have to clean it myself. I grabbed the towel and came in. Disposing the towel in the trash bin outside, I collapsed on the sofa and sighed," Bella, oh Bella.``
"Why are you making it so difficult for me?" I groaned as I sniffed her panty in my hand. "Why do I feel so addicted to you only? Other women make me disgusted!"