Chapter 66: Expressing anger calmly

Chapter 66: Expressing anger calmly
Belle's POV 

I gasped, shaking my head at dad not to feel betrayed while wanting to break out from miles hold.

However, my hands just held his arms as though accepting the sudden proposal.

"Congratulations" dad said offering another faint smile as he brings out a bowl of ice-cream from the polythene bag with him.

"Thanks" miles responsed as my body melted into his sick.

"Rather than act all sassy young man, won't you spare my daughter a chance with me?" Dad said in a polite tone while sitting behind the table.

Miles kissed his teeth as we both faced ourselves.

"See you Miles, It's relating to the office" I convince in between my teeth.

"You're naked in this outfit, at least wear something inside"

"He's my dad, what are you insinuating?"

"I don't like the way he's staring at us" he mused like a jealous pup and I smirked at him while kissing him.

"He has someone, you're awkward, my dad will never" i defended faking a smile as he unhand me.

He heaved a sigh and then grabbed my wrist, he didn't say anything to Dad but was just made me walk him to the door.

"I wish I bath you, is he spending the night here?" He asked trying to peep over my shoulder to have a glimpse of Dad but I obstructed him.

"No, he won't, his girlfriend won't let him, wait don't tell me you're having dirty thoughts"

He shrugged his shoulders and squeezed his lips while placing an innocent gaze.

"He's my dad and your in-law, if he doesn't approve you then..."

"I'd steal you, it's simple"

I rolled my eyes, flustered by that and then licked my lips.

"You're purposely delaying not to leave right?" I said leaning on the doorframe and then raked my finger on my brows.

He tugged his hands in his pockets while I lurch at his broad chest. The excitement in me to know that he isn't the one in the video knows no bound.

I couldn't hide the fact that I was blushing at him and not hiding the fact that my heart always gets flattered with him around.

"Bye" he finally said, waving shyly at me and I winked at him while closing the door and chuckling.

I had forgotten I had a guest inside my house as all I could think of is miles. I'd find the person impersonating him and dad will help me out.

Speaking of which, he'd be offended and so I pulled out of the wall, scurrying to the dining table to meet him.

"You let him fuck you Belle" he began as I take my sit opposite him. He didn't even hold back as his eyes brew with anger.

"He's my fiance" I announced with a quivering gaze at him while he digs his spoon inside the bowl of ice-cream to lick.

Right now, i'm not denying the fact that we are a thing and no matter how Miles might be guilty, my heart won't believe him.

"How many times Belle" he coldly questioned still focusing on the ice-cream.

I swallowed, steepled my trembling hands together. I don't need to answer that as he acts as though he owns me.

"Do you fucking know why I chose you should get engaged to him or his brother?"

There's silence as I lingered my eyes around the room.

I thought he just want me caged or find love or not want to betray my late mom by fucking her daughter.

Or better still, he wants me to take my mind off the investigations.

I dart my gaze back to him while feeling unease.

"Why?"

"Because of miles, he's Julius, I think judging from the pictures you've drawn..."

I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head.

"He's not the one, I can assure you that, miles has a look alike and that person might be posing as him confusing me" I narrate while opening my eyes to meet his hot stare.

He takes another scoop of ice-cream studying me.

"You like him don't you"

Maybe I can lie to myself but not dad because he knows everything about me.

My silence only proves that he was right. I can't hate miles when I just discovered that the features on the killer in that phone doesn't relate to miles.

He scoffed and chunked the ice-cream in his mouth while chewing it.

"You fell in love with your rapist, have you forgotten? The evil, the trauma he placed you through..."

"He's not the one" I firmly defended not giving the chance to speak I'll about miles.

He draws in a long breathe and suddenly nodded.

"That's what you say when you're in love, but you and I know you're trying to cover up the truth"

"I'm not dad, can you just leave miles out of this?"

Dad bite his lower lips as he takes another spoonful of the cream and then throws it at my face.

The cream smeared on my face and the cold ice sink to my skin causing chills to run down my spine.

"Speaking of which, seeing you two naked only turns me on" he said diverting from the question as I gasped, refusing that demand.
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"No, you promised that's the last time dad..."

"Yes, you should have been naked on another man who's the enemy, you're disgraceful that you can do anything for sex!" I barked thudding his hand on the desk and I shuddered.

His words sent a pang to my chest as I couldn't believe he was saying that.

It hurts even though it's the truth.

"Lay on the table!" He orders and I scoffed unbelievably at him.

"And you still want to fuck with that disgrace?" I countered glaring at him as my lips pressed in.

"Your body longs for me, you can't deny that either..."

"I'm denying it this time, it you're here to fuck me, then I'm sorry about that because this body now belongs to one man"

He burst into laughter and I became afraid as he raised his brows at me.

"Seriously? Because the last time I checked, you're addicted to sex and you fuck his brother too" he said in a mockery tone while pulling his face at me.

My heart stopped beating as my eyes dims at him. How did he know?

I was shaking inside and I glued to a spot, the cream melts against my skin as my chest burns with pain.

"I'm working on myself..."

"Belle, it's a part of you, you love fucking men, you don't understand love or how to be contended with one, it's who you are and that stupid fantasy with miles doesn't exist..."

"Yes, it does, at least he never uses my past to judge me, even when he knows I want to hurt him, he still trust me!" I cut in glaring at him.

Father burst into a hysterical laughter as he shook his head.