Chapter 14

Julie… was… Nice.

I had a free afternoon and it was nice. I was happy because I got to stay home and have a good night of sleep. Something I was deprived of yesterday. I was walking in the street happily almost dancing when I saw a unique pyjama in the shape of a tiger. It was soft and cheap.

CHEAP! I bought it and headed back home looking forward to sleeping till the next day. Darcie was holding pictures examining them intently with a look that says 'Don't mess around with me'; I darted to my room changing my clothes to the new pyjama I bought. It was so comfy.

I threw my body on the bed and closed my eyes, engaging in a quest for sleep.

I turned and tossed but no sleep greeted me so I picked a magazine and saw a handsome guy with abs and biceps. Those arms that many girls dreamt about; those magazines surely aimed for a big competition, we need to work harder. I wonder if Andre had them like this… Maybe it was the case.

When we danced, he made me touch him erotically. I didn't know I could go along like that. Was he aiming to show our relationship? I felt like a whore… He did have a good body… and beautiful eyes. It was golden; a colour human didn't have but werewolves had.

However, werewolves had special traits easily recognizable. Wide canine, they were slightly hairy than other guys, they were bigger and were dominant, especially the alphas. The alpha was recognizable by the aura of dominance they emitted. However, he wasn't one. He didn't have any of these. He was big but not that big. The books stated their appearance and had a clear drawing of them; he wasn't one.

I wonder if he kissed anyone like that if he loved anyone like that… He must have someone ready to serve him anytime and I mustn't complain even if I was the wife. The wife was just a title between us; I didn't even live with him.

I simply existed in his life for something and after a year, we will be strangers. I wonder if it felt good… How would the girl look under him? How would I look under him?

I jumped from my bed shaking the threads of thoughts that engulfed me. Why did I think of that?

"Anais," Darcie glared at me as I went to toilets. "No, I shouldn't call you that. You backstabbing friend… I can't believe what I saw… I mean you were in it for a big catch and you didn't even tell me about it.

"Who bought that pyjama for you? Did he do that? How did it feel to kiss someone not your own? Who knows maybe you did more with him? I don't see you at all lately. You disappear at night and return only when dawn said Hi."

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Darcie."

"Don't call me by my name!" she yelled. "You are a whore, a slut. You amount to nothing less than a coin. I can't believe people like you existed. What was I for you? I mean to an end. What did you lie about? I bet there are many things you didn't tell me. For example, in these pictures," her finger pointed at the table where many pictures lied disorderly.

I moved to the sofa and took a seat like nothing was happening like I wasn't guilty of anything. Well… I didn't do anything bad. Did she stumble upon something that showed her what I am? I felt nervous.

My heart almost popped from its place when I saw the pictures. No… I kissed Andre, not Claude. Wait a second, did she know Claude? But why these pictures are here? But why was he instead of Andre? But who sent these pictures?

But why? Did the beer get to my head that I mistook Claude for Andre? But why would I do that? I didn't drink like I had heartbreak; I was sober. I knew what I was doing, I felt what I was touching…

"Did the cat eat your tongue, dear? You are despicable," she crossed her arms, glowering. "I thought I had a friend but I found out I lived with a snake."

"This is a prank from someone. I was with someone else. I don't understand why these pictures are like this. I seriously don't have any idea how things came to be like this. You wound me."

"Ha…" a sarcastic laugh burst out from her mouth. "You still deny it. Xavier said he knew you and it was enough to say these were genuine. You still keep lying and this is what makes me angrier. YOU ALWAYS LIE. I am fed up with you."

"Listen…"

"I don't want to hear a word from you. I don't want even to see you. I wanted to show you these this morning but I thought maybe you would come to me and confess, maybe we would be better but NO… You had to go and have a date with MY BOYFRIEND."

"This is the first time… Darcie… Listen to me… If you keep turning things the way you want, we won't ever be friends again," I got up from my seat to catch her but she slammed the door hard and my fingers were hurt in the process.

"You deserve it, backstabbing bitch," she middle fingered me smiling.

What the hell just happened? Andre said he was protecting me… Why? Why do I feel like he intended for this to happen? But why would he ruin the relationship between friends? I ruined things… I seriously ruined things.

I need to bring back things as they are; Anais won't like her friend this way. She always did what was the best for both of them. I picked up my phone and called Andre but he didn't answer. The phone rang two more times before I decided to go to his apartment; I knew where it was.

He lived in a luxury building and it wasn't easy to get in. The concierge didn't allow me to take a single step inside. I had to pull the marriage certificate I always had in my bag because I wasn't confident in leaving it at home to get in. He checked it several times before handing it back to me. I knocked on his door angrily, like when the police pay you a visit.

I was ready to yell but the sight of a girl getting ready to leave caught my attention. She slipped into her heels and slung her expensive bag over her shoulders. One look at the girl's tousled hair and swollen lips, and it didn't take me long to understand what they were doing. I was surprised and my anger made my breathing unorganized. I gasped for air and forced myself to calm down.

"Did you miss me already?" he leaned smirking against the door frame, a towel hiding his lower part. "To what pleasure do I have to see you today?"

The girl stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss but he pushed her aside. "You can see yourself out," he grabbed my arm and closed the door behind him. "I thought I was clear on some matters. You mus-"

"Don't speak another word!" I tried to remain calm but my voice betrayed me. "I want to understand what you meant by you wanted to protect me because I saw something else here."

I threw the pictures on him angrily.