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"We shouldn't, your son is my fiancé." I whispered sounding unsure and very hostile.
He watched me carefully with his dark blue eyes before tilting his head gently to the right, the same blue eyes that had just watched me undress a couple minu...
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There was a huge smile on my lips just thinking about last night and everything that was said, my hand wrapped around the doorknob to my bedroom and opened it expecting my fiancé to still be asleep but he wasn't. He was sitting at the door across from me with a glass of vodka straight, on the table next to him was a VHS player that was hooked up to our tv.
"Good morning, fiancée." He said, harshly. His tone sent shivers down my spine, something wasn't right.
"What are you doing up? I thought-"
"You thought I'd be sleeping? Probably hungover." He interrupted before taking another sip of his drink, his face held no reaction to the burning alcohol and that scared me.
"Sit down."
I gulped quietly, my hands held my white heels and my dress was wrapped around me in a messy form and my hair was pulled back in an even messier bun. I closed the door, shamefully I walked over to the bed with my head down and sat in front of the tv still facing him.
"I woke up and found this outside our door, and you were nowhere to be found." He said, his hand holding up a tape with a note on it, 'if you want to know the truth.' "To think I was even worried about you."
"It's probably nothing." I blurted out with a nervous smile.
He chuckled with his lips tightly squeezed together. "That's exactly what I thought until I watched it." His dark eyes locked on mine, they were filled with hatred and disgust.
He put the tape inside the player while grabbing the remote off the table, his other hand rubbed his chin super hard causing his skin to turn red. I was starting to get nervous, my hands were dripping with sweat.
"Just out of curiosity, how long have you been fucking my dad?" He said, his voice cold and held to remorse. His pupils were dilated on mine, his jaw was clenched and his other hand was balled into a fist.
"What?" I asked, my voice shaky. This can't be real, maybe I misheard him.
His finger clicked the power button and the tv turned on, a bright screen with my naked body plastered all over it came into view. It was taken in the guesthouse, I was wrapped in Kaz's naked arms. I was horrified, my hand cupped my mouth with warm tears filling my eyes.
My moans were loud and clear, someone had been watching us the entire time. This is more horrible than I thought, it's despicable and haunting.
"Hold on, this is my favorite fucking part." Bodhi stood up slamming down his glass cup on the table, he walked closer to the tv watching it carefully.
'This is mine, only fucking mine.'
His finger pointed at the tv where I was, and my head started nodding in the video. You could practically see the anger in his stance, he was boiling inside with a crazy look in his eyes.
