His Property – Episode 70

HIS PROPERTY

{My One Night Stand}
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Written By Author Bella

�? Youngicee Stories
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EPISODE SEVENTY
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STEFAN

Don’t go!

My subconscious screamed at me to turn back, hold my ground. Beat Ethan up if I have to but don’t leave her. I had a feeling if I do that would be it. Still yet, I dragged myself out of the her room.

I needed her to trust me again, I needed her to look me in the eye and not hate me or something. I needed her to hear my side of the story. The truth and the whole truth. If only I hadn’t been so stupid, told her right from the start none of this would be happening right now. My hands were in my hair tugging harshly.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

Ethan says from behind. I’m reminded once again that if I try to hit me, Lina would hate me even more. I fold my fist and control my anger. I’m at the brink of loosing it.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

I screamed.

“You’re yelling like it’s my fault. Its not. Everything that’s happening is no one’s fault but yours. Just leave, you’re obviously not wanted here.”

His words were like daggers in my chest. Each word a hundred percent true. No element of a lie. I’m looking for someone to blame for my behaviours. Ethan’s right.

“I’m leaving.”

I sighed in defeat, placed my hands in my pocket and walked out of his house thankful I didn’t break the door.

At this state, I’m sure I shouldn’t be driving but I did. I placed the keys into the ignition.

Groaning, I realise where I was heading to. My house. The same place where Daniella is right now.

I can’t and will not take her issues right now. I swerved the car and drove off instead. I didn’t know where I was going to just not back to her.

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I pulled over at a bar. Alcohol never brought any good thing. I don’t think I’ve gotten drunk ever since Lucia died. I’m sure she’s raining curses on me wherever she is right now.

“I’m sorry darling.”

I muttered and walked into the bar. I sat on the stool facing the bar tender.

“Scotch”

I demanded. He smirked and quickly got out a bottle with a glass.

“Leave the glass. Give the bottle.”

I added. His lips twitched slightly. I got out some notes from my pocket and he smiled instead.

I popped the cork taking as much as I could all in one sip.

I’m going to drink, drink, drink. Drink until I can’t remember the name Lina Grant.

I shut my eyes and images of Ethan touching her eluded my vision. She would moan to his touches, he took off her clothes. I gulped more alcohol and it burned at the back of my throat.

“I won’t think of her anymore.”

I swore to myself drinking more. The bottle was half empty already.

“More!”

I commanded the bar keep. With the money I had, he wouldn’t say no to me.

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TBC