AMB~she~OUS

CHAPTER TWELVE

It was getting to me.
I was curious.

We were all sitting down on the dinner table, my husband and his son were discussing his first day at work and the girlfriend was giggling at God knows what. My eyes kept drifting to her ring, it was big and not something you could easily miss, i was wondering why Craig hadn't said anything about it yet.
Maybe he knew....of course he would know about his son's engagement.

"Katherine dear, you haven't touched a thing on your plate." My attention was brought back to my husband, i glanced at my plate and noticed i had pushing around food on the plate without actually eating anything. I had lost my appetite. I hated having to give so much power to someone but i had to admit that Nick being here was messing with me.

I hated him. With a passion too.

"So Stella, any news you might like to share with us?"

I asked nodding to the ring on her finger. The look on her face told me she was dying to let the entire world know, i could barely stand it but i kept my face blank. The girl grabbed my step son's hand and gave me the biggest smile,

"We were going to wait till after dessert but since you asked. Nick and I are engaged!" she finished with a squeal of glee.

I looked at Nick who seemed unbothered by the whole ordeal, he looked straight back and his eyes watching me as if to challenge me to say something disrespectful to his new fiancè.

I kept quiet. "Congratulations son, you picked a good one." I almost choked on my own saliva after hearing my husband's words, did he say "good one"?

Was i the only one who could see right through this girl? I surely hope not cause i didn't think i could survive having more family dinners with her in the future. She was a pain in my ass, her and her boyfriend.

"Well, congratulations. Am just going to get more wine to celebrate." I didn't know whether i had said that without giving away how i really felt about the issue.

How did i feel though?
I didn't know but i didn't like it. A lot of things were going south and i could barely keep up with them. One thing is for sure, i was likely going to get distracted from my number one goal by all these turning of events.

I needed a strong drink. Through the kitchen, i got out to the outdoor terrace where Craig had built an outdoor bar, i didn't know why he kept building them, he didn't drink that much and we didn't have guests that often.

Maybe he knew his son was coming, Oh God I really hope he is an unstable alcoholic that way i could get rid of him easily.
But of course Nick wasn't, i knew that. He was well built, he obviously worked out and ate very healthy. He didn't look unstable, he was just a cold and arrogant idiot that didn't deserve all that my husband had given him.

I poured myself a full glass of whiskey and downed it in one go, not my best decision, how did people drink this stuff?
if i wasn't careful then i would become the unstable alcoholic, i knew i was already on the bridge of insanity.

"Careful there, that wasn't made for women."
Just my luck. The one person i wanted to get rid of couldn't seem to get the message that i didn't want him around.

Nick stood leaning against the door frame looking like some god damn french model, life would have been so much better if he was ugly, with a big mole on his nose, unhealthy red hair, skinny arms and a small package below the belt. Sadly that was not the reality.
I teared my eyes from his watchful gaze and turned back to pour myself another glass, this time drinking it much slower.

"Apart from being a narcissistic, you a misogynist too? Mmm how much lower can you get?" I asked him before taking another sip of my drink, the third time around wasn't so bad.

I turned back to look at my stepson who was still standing in the doorway watching me like i was the most interesting thing in the world. I hated the way he was looking at me, his eyes were slowly dragging all over my frame shamelessly...like always, Oh God, was there anything i didn't hate about this man?

"Shouldn't you be with your fiancè ?" I just couldn't stop myself from asking, and the mockery was clear in my voice.

A glint of amusement appeared in his deep blue pools, a twitch of him mouth showed me he wanted to laugh but was holding himself back. He started walking towards where i stood only to stop a few steps away from me.

"What's it to you?" He asked looking directly at me, all traces of that amusement had vanished now. I wasn't intimidated, not the slightest which is why i stared right back at him and said

"You are bringing a social climber in the family, and i am part of the family soo..." i took another long sip of my drink before dragging out a stool to sit on.

Nick gave a humourless chuckle before coming to lean on the bar, close to where i was sitting, maybe a bit too close but i ignored him.

"You're one to talk." He said his eyes never leaving me. Of course he would throw that card my way but i didn't think i had been a social climber, i worked and was good at it and was lucky to get noticed by my billionaire boss who later on married me. Yeah i definitely wasn't like his girlfriend.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't?" Bustard! He was baiting me but i wasn't going to fall for it.

"Your father and I have a real thing going on, i care about him, it's not something i would expect you to understand".

"It didn't seem so that night..."

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Maybe a real conversation between these 2?
I promise to make the next chapter even more interesting 💕