June
I wanted to believe that my eyes were deceiving me. We haven't even decided on what we wanted yet and this bitch had found her way to my home again. I couldn't take it, I gripped the door knob with so much anger, almost pulling it out of its place, as she car walked inside the lobby without permission.
"Ooof, I don't like what you have done with the place. It is all so bland." Her fingers were dancing in the air as she inspected the living room. "Good thing I am here, everything will be right again for me and my child." I scoffed. I managed to keep it down as the blood in my veins boiled, if I wasn't pregnant too, I would have unplugged her legs from her socket. Even if it was going to take me all day or week.
"You don't need to be here. You can be wherever you are and your Mister can come see you whenever he wants. This is still my house and I am still married to Lucas. Your presence is uncalled for. " I bit through my teeth. The air around me was cold and commanding. I couldn't breathe with everything coming after me. Every where I turned there was always some kind of evil that wants to go eat me alive. I didn't know if I could take anymore. She was wearing a white elephant dress that had a high slit, with an overflowing slit. Her strawberry blonde hair was glistening in it's wave. It was just right with the length, high on her shoulders. Her make up loud and smeared over her face. I was trying to find out what she did or what she was that made Lucas so smitten. I stared at her elegant look and I, who was still drained from a shift, still in my scrubs and yet Damien called me beautiful. Well he didn't use that exact words, but I was trying to know how a man like that could fall for me even when i didn't feel beautiful myself. With Lucas I have come to question my look and everything that completes me because of this woman with a belly bump. She was feeling like the only woman in the world right now because the billionaire had willed it so.
She dropped her bag on the couch—my couch—rubbing her belly as she smirked mischievously. "Lucas thought it best that I stayed here. He said I would be safer here and I agree with him. You know, you won't understand what it feels for a real woman to carry a child for a billionaire. Oops!" She knowingly, placed her fingers on her lips as if sorry that she blurted out something she shouldn't have. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were carrying one too but it isn't for Lucas. I bet he didn't believe you. I know you are a whore and the child isn't his. Maybe I should tell him about the night someone dropped you off. After a sweet night." She winked.
"You wouldn't dare. You know that isn't true. You are the one fabricating stories for him to believe. Why can't you just leave him alone? This is my home and you gave no place here."
She waved her have off at me. "Oh please, don't be so sentimental. It is my home as much as it is yours. The only difference is that you have lost your grip here, you are lost here. I am the one here now and I am going to run this home like it should have been from the beginning. You are too busy saving lives that you neglected your 'husband' " she air quoted. I was becoming irritated by her nasty attitude. I didn't know what else to say, as the knot in my chest tightened. It was in issues like this that I found it difficult to control my anger.
"You don't belong here. Please throw yourself out of my house except you want me to do it for you." I coughed out my words laced with hatred and anger. This bitch was infuriating and there was nothing that concerns her that was interesting to me.
The expression on her face changed. "No you are the one that's meant to throw yourself out. I was just being kind when I said this place was ours. In reality it is truly mine and there is nothing you can do about." She eased up a bit. "Besides, Lucas thought I stayed here. He wants to be able to look after our little family. I am so excited. So it is either you are on with this new development or else, find somewhere else to say. You know a lot of men that would always be at your beck and call." Lucas wandered his way to the living room, in the middle of a call. His eyes met Kyra's amd it lit up more than they should. Kyra moved towards him, swi going her hands around him in his embrace as he sniffed her hair and kissed her forehead.
Kyra was looking at me as she made effort to kiss him, while I was standing watching them. They didn't bother to think of my presence in their midst. They did what they wanted and had me watched like I had no choice, like I wasn't existing at all.
I coughed, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. ,they broke their soft kisses. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you have brought your mistress to the house. It is so disrespectful to me and I would like that she leaves..." Kyra stared Lucas before their gaze fell on me. I felt stupid watching after trying to pitch my way into my own peace of mind. Kyra being here sets fire on me every attaining peace, I didn't like that. I hated that. I didn't know I was meant to ask for permission before waiting someone out of this house.
"She's staying. Don't be dramatic." His voice was flat and commanding. He brushed past me coldly, leaving me in the presence of this...woman.
"Oh, June." She feigned pity. "You should get used to this now. Lucas an I are the real thing. If I were you, I'd stop chasing the past and face reality."