Chapter 47 Proof
Josie was the dancer. She was beauty and grace all wrapped up in a tiny package. I remember one time we'd cornered her and Derrick actually called her ugly. I wanted to strangle the bastard! But I didn't. I just pretend I agreed and watched as her tears fell down her beautiful face. It cracked something deep in my chest to see it.
I wish like hell I could go back in time and change every damn decision that had to do with Josie! I would tell my dad to go fuck himself and go right after my girl.
Charlie was not into art, she was more into science. And they couldn't have been more proud of her. From what I've gathered, she wants to be a pediatrician. A noble cause, and if her parents were still around, they would show her how proud they are of her.
And Olivia (despite me calling her a dancer) never was. To be honest, she was horrible at dance. Too clumsy. Too stiff. Too uncoordinated to be a dancer. She's not graceful like Josie. She is actually into art and sculpting.
Josie deserves so much more than this lot she had been given. She is generous and kind, and even though her aunt and uncle have hardened her, she's still the girl who danced her way into my heart all those years ago.
I'm waiting outside an apartment complex in the shadow. I Know Josie is busily working with Hailey. I was watching her most of the day. But she's safe where she is now... Which is why I felt confident about my next move.
I've been following James off and on for the last two weeks. I've known where he's going and who he's going to see. I never said I was only stalking Josie.
And just like that, the door cracks open and out steps a half drunk, half satisfied James. He sways out into the darkness with lipstick on his shirt collar, smelling of the other woman's perfume. He looks like he's gotten away with it again... He's gonna learn soon what humility really is.
I follow him down the road before I catch up to him and grab him by the shoulder and pull him to a stop and pull him back to my hard chest.
He lets out a very unmanly squeal. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he cries out, flailing his arms around trying to get away from me. So maybe he's not just half drunk.
I chuckle darkly right in to his ear. "Hello James. Did you enjoy your time with Destiny?" I ask.
And then his face is pale. To say it's satisfying to see him cower beneath me is an understatement. I was damn thrilled I could get this reaction and I wish I'd recorded it just for my own satisfaction.
"I don't know what you are talking about," he swallows, trying to pull away from me. But there is no way in hell I'm letting him go right now. I've got something he needs to know.
"You don't deserve Josie. You have been cheating on her the whole damn time and I'm going to tell her. She gave you the chance you don't even deserve!" I snarl.
"You can't prove it," he smirks up at me. "She loves me! Why the hell would she listen to a single word you say?" he chuckles thinking he's got me. But he is so far from the truth, I'm practically vibrating in anticipation.
Then I take out my phone and James freezes. I can hear the panic in his breathing. I can feel him stiffen in my hold as he tries to pull away from me. But I refuse to let the coward go.
I turn on the first video.
Then the second.
And the third.
By the forth the guy was trembling and it had nothing to do with the night air. I've got at least 5 more, but I'm pretty sure that will be enough to convince him I have the upper hand.
"What do you want?" he demands.
"I'm giving you one more chance, James. If I find you've ruined the chance I'll go right to Josie and show her exactly what you've been up to. And guess who she'll run to when her heart is broken?" I chuckled lowly.
"You can't do that! Josie is mine!" James whined, trying to reach for my phone. But I'm at least 5" taller than him and just hold it out of his reach on purpose.
"No. She really isn't. She's mine. She thinks you love her so she offered you one more chance, and what did you do with it? You squandered it. Tossed it away like it was nothing. Like you deserve to sleep around behind her back. But spoiler alert: You Don't. She doesn't need you, James. You need her! Soon, you are going to be left all alone and I will have Josie in my bed," I snarl, rubbing it in.
I know I'm a bastard, but I never claimed otherwise.
James gulps for a moment before he snarls up at me. "You think she'll fuck you? She won't! I've been begging her for months and she's not letting me touch her! Why the hell would she let you touch her?"
"Because I'm marrying her the moment she says yes," I answer. "When I'm her husband, I'll have every right to fuck my wife. And she'll enjoy it!"
'She said she's marrying me!" he argues.
"Yeah, in the spring sometime. But I'd be happy to take her to Vegas tonight if she lets me. Once she's mine, she'll never look back. I know how to treat my girl right."
"You would really try to take her away from me?" He mumbles in disbelief.
"You bet your ass I'd steal he away from you. Only I won't. She'll come to me willingly. And I hope you are around to feel the crushing blow," I sneer.
"She won't! I won't let her! She's mine!" he growls.
"No. She's not. But you'll find out soon enough. I'm giving you this one gift. Change, or you will lose her," I state, then shove him away from me, and walk quietly into the shadows, slinking off to watch my girl work with the flowers she loves.