Chapter 119 Ryan's Ex
ANNA'S POV
It was bad enough that I didn't have access to my lab. But I could at least find out what was missing in the formulas that my dad had given. I was bubbling with so much excitement, I couldn't wait to get home.
As I finished in the room, I headed downstairs. I was the only one left in the huge villa. Ryan had left the house in the early hours of the day, claiming to have some work to do. I didn't know what else I was supposed to be doing at home.
I would have loved to sleep, but I couldn't. I was extremely restless. I quickly slipped on proper clothes, before grabbing my credit card. I noticed that not everything was stocked up in the kitchen. And I wanted to make a proper meal. Spaghetti or something. I just wanted to slurp on anything.
I walked into one of the stores, where the locals shopped. My mouth was watering from the aroma of different meats that were being sold. If I could buy everything there, I was sure that I would have done so without batting an eyelid. I got everything that I needed for both the pasta and some sandwiches.
I headed back home already tired. “There's so much to do,” I muttered as I pushed the key through the door lock.
Just as I walked in, I took in the sight of a woman standing, with her hands folded in front of her.
“What the hell?” I said, jumping back out.
She didn't seem fazed.
She just looked at me from head to toe. “You're the new one?” She asked, throwing her head back in laughter.
“He honestly could have done better,” she muttered. I took in her wild red hair, and brown eyes. Who the hell was she? And how did she get in? Ryan wasn't supposed to be home until later.
I took a deep breath as I walked calmly into the house. “I'm sorry, but who are you?”
“Tracy,” she said, and I held myself back from rolling my eyes. What did she expect me to do with her name alone?
“I'm going to need some kind of title attached, Tracy,” I said in the calmest voice I could muster. I didn't know who she was, and so I wasn't going to judge her like she was nothing.
She looked away, before she finally looked back at me, tipping her chin. “Ryan's ex.” She said.
I narrowed my eyes, cocking my head to the side immediately.
“Ex? How did you get in?”
She dangled the keys in front of my face. “Ryan never took it back. I had the right to come back here anytime I feel like.
What?
Didn't Ryan say I was the first girl to come into the villa? Did he lie? It didn't even make any sense to me.
“This has to be some kind of joke,” I said, letting out a fake laugh. “If this is some kind of prank, then you can come out, Ryan.”
“It's not,” Tracy snapped. “You have your phone on you, right? You can call him.”
I quickly brought out my phone, scrolling through my contact list, before calling him. I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing.
He answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Anna,” he said, and I could tell that he was outside.
“Where are you?” I asked immediately. He hesitated before answering.
“I'm outside,” he said. “Very close to the house. Did something happen? I can hurry up.”
“Very well then,” I said. “Hurry up.” My voice was monotone. Almost irritated.
Who breaks up with their ex and doesn't take their key back? How was his ex just allowed to enter the house without anyone asking her questions?
“Why? What's happening, Anna? Talk to me.”
“Your ex is here,” I said, and there was silence on the other end.
He finally exhaled. “I'll be home soon.”
I hung up before he could even say another word. There was a smile on Tracy's stupid lips. “What did he say?” She asked.
“He would be home soon,” I said. She tutted, heading inside. I heard her open the fridge, taking out some juice, and poured it for herself in a cup. I didn't even feel like I had the right to ask her any questions. The owner of the house already gave her that right. There is almost nothing that I could do.
She sat down right in front of the television, watching one of my favorite shows. For the first time, I felt irritated at the show. I stood there in the same spot, unable to move.
The door was finally pushed open, and I felt like I could breathe. I needed an explanation. Now.
Ryan walked in, taking in the sight of me. And then his eyes fell on Tracy.
Her head turned in his direction, and she dumped everything that she was doing, before running over to hug him. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, she kissed him.
It wasn't just a kiss. A deep kiss.
My knees buckled, as he suddenly pushed her away, wiping his lips with the back of his hands. That didn't mean anything to me. What if he just didn't kiss her back because I was there?
Oh God. What was I even thinking, having the hope that he was different?
I turned away, heading upstairs before he could even say anything. He didn't have to see me cry. I first went to the bathroom, pouring water on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating the sight of myself.
I headed back into the main room, quickly typing on the screen of my phone furiously. I dialed Daniel's number. He answered immediately.
“What's up?” He asked.
“Book a flight back for me,” I said quickly. He wasn't saying anything.
“What happened?” He finally asked. “Are you crying? What did Ryan do? Where is he?”
My ears were already hurting from all the questions. “Please, Daniel. Can you just do what I'm asking you to do?”
“Yes,” he answered in an uptight tone. I'll send you all the details you need.”
“Thanks,” I whispered into my phone.
I heard footsteps approaching my room. I pulled my suitcase out, and I started stuffing it with my clothes again.
“You can't just leave, Anna. You at least have to listen to what I have to say.”
“What do you have to say?” I asked in a mocking tone. “Do I have to remind you that your ex came in, and kissed you right in front of you? Had a key to the house, and walked around like she owned the place. Please, just move aside.”
I had violently packed the bag, and I managed to zip it closed.
He attempted to hold me back, but I didn't give him the chance to do any of that. The look that I gave him was enough warning.
I pushed past him, heading downstairs. Tracy was still sitting on the couch. She was still there. He didn't chase her away.
For goodness sake.
“Bye,” she called out, and I didn't even stop. I quickly flagged down one of the cabs that were passing. I got in, wiping the tear that spilled out of my eyes.
I didn't even turn back as the car went into motion. It was time to leave.