Jealousy can be hard to handle, and sometimes the outcome is harder than itself.

March 12, 2012
The Bently Mansion

“Even though it’s only been hours since I’ve been gone, I missed this you and your place.” I joked when we walked through the front door.


“You mean, you missed me? Like, really missed me?” His sarcasm drew my anger but I pushed it away because he looked freaking adorable.


“Believe it or not.” I gave him a shove and he wrapped his forefinger around my wrist.


“You dare push me?” He stepped forward a bit, and I laughed a little. “How is it that when you fight back it drives me mad, but I have the sudden urge to kiss you?”


His chest was touching mine, and I guarantee you he could feel my rapid breathing.


“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just some trick of mine that’s still hiding under my sleeve.” I breathed out and he grinned at me, making my knees weak.


I knew he wouldn’t kiss me. But that was the problem. The more he advanced towards me, the more I wanted him to kiss me. And the thought that he can’t kiss me, just makes me even more antsy and itchy that I can’t even bare to have my own eyes open.


His hand landed right above my bum, making me cock and eyebrow.


“How is that I’ve only touched you once, Anastasia?” He rasped, looking down at me.


I opened my mouth to say something, but that sudden itch to pull my fingers through his hair and make him kiss me would haunt me forever.


His fingers sprawled out on my bum, and he pulled me into him, hard; nearly knocking the breath out of me. He put his other hand on my cheek and I nearly groaned from the desperate intensity that was building up inside of me.


“I’ve never seen you act like this, Miss Greene,” He hovered his mouth over mine. “And I’m beginning to love it.”


But then without warning he pulled away from me and I pulled down my surprisingly risen shirt that I had no idea was about to be pulled over my head.


“But she’s here.” He seemed almost disgusted saying it.


“Penelope? She’s here?” Oh I can’t wait for this. “Well come on. Let’s meet her.” I smiled, a little too confident and he gave me a confused look.


When I walked into the family room, a girl stood in the left corner looking at pictures on the wall. She had long brown hair, long skinny legs, and she was just as curvy as the moon. I was beginning to dislike this girl, but when she turned around, my dislike for her grew into hate. This is the woman Harry is supposed to marry? Of course she has to be beautiful. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean and she is as skinny as a goddamned toothpick. Far more beautiful than I am.


Might as well throw me off a cliff and say, ‘It was good knowing you Anastasia but my feelings for you have suddenly disintegrated and I am in love with someone else now.’


God, she must be a model. I just wanted to take that vase just above her head and beat the hell out of her with it but…


I am a civilized person like it or not. And I must be nice to strangers.


“Hi. I’m Anastasia.” I reached for her hand, surprised at my action because I was the first one to say hello.


She tightly clamped her hand in mine and smiled. She had to smile? Dammit. “I’m Penelope. It’s nice to meet you.” Yeah. You’re thinking that now.


Harry walked into the room, seeming unphased at the perfect, beautiful girl outshining me. “I’m Harry. The one you’re supposed to be getting married to.”


He shook her hand and the look she gave him made fire grow in my eyes. For I had a right to be jealous. I have every right to be jealous of this girl.


“How do you two know each other?” I heard her ask, gesturing towards me and Harry.


“We live here together.” I snapped, crossing my arms and she furrowed her brows.


“So, you two are like, a couple?” She asked and I went to say something but Harry scoffed and shook his head.


“Absolutely not. She just lives here because that’s where her parents wanted her to be. We are not a couple.” He said, and it stung. But I pushed the pain away.


“Oh.” Her eyes glinted with hope and the urge to hit her perfect face came back to me.


“Can you give us a minute?” Harry asked, and his hand tugged at my wrist, pulling me into the other room. “Listen Ana,” I didn’t want to look at him. But he put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him. “Try to be nice to her. Okay? I’m going to leave you with her for a few minutes so you two can talk. Remember,” He leaned down towards me. “It’s your blessing that I’m searching for. If I don’t get it, she’s going.” Then he walked out of the room and I walked back into the room with Penelope.


“Um. Harry had some errands to run, so I guess it’s just a girls day.” I forced a smile, and something about hers made me think twice about this. “Here, let’s sit.” I gestured towards the couch and we both sat down.


“So. What do you think of Harry?” She asked and I bit my tongue.


“Well, he’s…” He’s the man that took my virginity. “He’s a great man. He’s a good person to live with because he doesn’t yell at you when he’s mad,” Lies. They’re all lies. “And he doesn’t keep you second-guessing. He makes sure you have an answer. He’s just a great man.” Wrong. The only truth about my statement was the part about him being a great man.


And I must be a good liar because she seemed to believe me.


“I can’t believe I’m actually getting married to him.” She clapped her hands in excitement and I opened my mouth to argue but hid it with a smile.


“I can’t believe it either.” I sighed and she frowned.


“What’s wrong?” She asked and I shook my head.


“Nothing is wrong. I’m just finally happy that Harry found someone way better than the girl he last hooked up with.” I looked down and tears struggled in my eyes.


“What was she like?” She had to ask that question?


“Well, she was a couple years younger than him. And he used to push her around but she had forgiven him. They weren’t really a couple, but it took them a while to show their feelings toward each other.” My tears fell but I quickly wiped them away so she wouldn’t see.


“And why aren’t they together anymore?” Her intriguing attitude was intriguing to me and I let out a laugh, unable to hide it.


“You….” I mumbled and looked at her. “He realized that there was a better woman in front of him so he was just done.”


“Well personally he sounds like an ass.” She frowned again and I laughed.


“He has his moments. But he really is a nice guy. You’re lucky to have him.” Then my anger boiled back up and I bit my tongue again.


“Yeah. I guess I am. No guy has ever wanted to be with me before because I always hid myself away with baggy clothes and I always hid in the back. So no one bothered to try and talk to me to see if I even wanted someone to be with.”


Haha. I mean… “That’s awful.” I crinkled my nose and she smiled at me.


“You know, I hope me and you can be friends. Since you and Harry don’t have anything going on, and we’re going to live together, we wouldn’t have a problem.” She smiled again and I looked away, hiding the urge to roll my eyes.


“Hey girls. Would you like to eat lunch with me?” Harry came walking into the room, clothes completely changed. I couldn’t help but gape at him, and I know Penelope was doing the same thing. He was wearing a black button-up, half of the buttons were unbuttoned and it made his tattooed chest look like it was glowing. His pants were black skinnies and he had those all-so-familiar pair of boots on.


He was too gorgeous for his own good.


“Yeah. We would.” Penelope said, yet I still couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Come on girl.” She smiled at me and took my hand, making me squint my eyes.


We walked into the dining room, Penelope still holding my hand as if we’ve been friends for years, and we sat down across from each other.


Then Harry came waltzing into the dining room, pushing his fingers through his hair so it would sit atop his head.


He was in danger. Walking into the same room with two girls that thought he was gorgeous looking like the way he did. And I don’t think he’s gorgeous. I know he’s gorgeous.


As he walked to his seat, his warm fingertips roamed over my shoulder before he sat down in his seat across from me and Penelope. And damn it took me over the edge.


“I really am lucky.” She whispered in my ear, and I “accidentally” kicked her leg. “Ow.” She rubbed her leg and looked at me.


“Sorry. I was trying to move my leg. I’m sorry.” I said it a little more harshly than I wanted to but she smiled at me and nodded her head.


I could see Harry smiling widely in the corner of my eye and I took a deep breath.


Then Haley came into the room, struggling to carry three plates. I quickly stood up and helped her with the third one and she silently thanked me.


“So Penelope,” Harry said her name and she perked up. “How are you?”


“I’m doing great actually. I thought I wouldn’t want to do this, but now that I’ve seen you I actually do.” Oh really? I bet you are only wanting to get in his pants now. I can tell just by the way you’re looking at him. Well you know what? You can kiss my ass, you slut.


“Well thank you. I think you’re beautiful.” He smiled and my mouth dropped. Is he seriously flirting with her right in front of me?! Oh… Now Ana. Why would it matter? It’s not like you’re a couple or anything.


Penelope blushed and I finished the food that was sitting on my plate.


“Hey. Do you think we could talk tomorrow? You know, since we’re friends?” Penelope said as she saw that I was getting up. So now we’re friends? She sure does know how to make me laugh.


“Yeah. We can talk.” I slurred my words and rolled my eyes once I made it to the kitchen.


“I don’t think you like her.” Haley said and I laughed a little.


“You don’t think, you know.” I corrected her and she laughed louder than I did. “I don’t like how she came up like that. Everything was just about to go good with me and Harry, and this happens? I don’t understand Haley. What do I do?” I asked and my tears were forming again.


“All you can do is wish at the moment. And don’t give that damn blessing.” She laughed again before walking out of the kitchen.


I gave both of them a curt nod before walking out of the dining room and up to my room. I was not going to sit down there with both of them flirting with each other.


I slammed my door shut and growled in frustration.


Why did he do that anyways? Why did he flirt with her in front of me? That pisses me off majorly. Majorly.


And why did he even agree on her coming here in the first place-


“Anastasia?” Someone called outside my door and I huffed before I opened it. And I opened it to see Harry.


“What do you want?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.


“Can I come in?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.


I hesitated, but I stepped out of his way. “If you came up here to gloat about your new girlfriend, don’t even bother. Because at the moment, I don’t give a fuck.”


He looked at me once I closed the door and scowled deeply. “Do you honestly think I would make her my girlfriend after I specifically told you that I wouldn’t marry her without your blessing? Did that mean anything to you?” His scowl grew deeper.


“Yes. It meant something to me. But I just didn’t think that you remembered that specific statement you know, since you flirted with her right in front of me.” I crossed my arms again and made my way to my bed. But he stepped in front of me.


“You thought I was flirting?!” His eyes were furious and he became more than angry way too fast. “I was just being nice Anastasia!”


“Well it sure seemed to me like you were flirting. And I didn’t like the way you called her beautiful in front of me. Or how you changed clothes just for her. That really pissed me off Harry.” My voice grew high.


“Well it’s pissing me off that you think I would show off in front of her! If anything I was trying to show you off! But your head is shoved too far up your ass for you to notice!” I just wanted to hit him. I wanted to hit him so hard in the face.


“I can’t believe you would say that!” I pushed him forward and he let out a sharp breath through his teeth.


“You are literally making me so fucking angry! I have never seen you jealous, and maybe next time I’ll show off to Penelope on purpose! Maybe she deserves it!” His face was so close to mine, and he was yelling so loud that it was ringing my ears.


“Stop talking about her like that! You don’t know her! You don’t have the privilege to say she deserves anything!” I yelled as loud as he did.


He yelled out and pushed me hard against the wall, making tears fall from my eyes.


“You don’t have the fucking privilege to say what she deserves either, Miss Greene.” His voice was low, but it was still angry and terrifying.


“I don’t care.” I mumbled and he stood closer to me.


“Well then stop worrying about whatever the fuck I do!” He yelled and I pushed him away from me, hitting his chest with my fist.


“I hate you! Get away from me!” I yelled and he laughed.


“I don’t care if you hate me,” He put his hands on my wrists to calm me down. “You’re still going to listen to what I say…”


“You can’t make me.” I snapped and his eyes went crazed.


“Oh but I can.” He grumbled and I wiped away my tears. “Never underestimate me again, Anastasia. Or I’ll show you just what you’re underestimating.”


He pushed me back against the wall and I sucked in a breath. How is it that we just yelled at each other and he is still making me want to fall to my knees?


He put his lips to my ear, both of us rapidly breathing from yelling. “I expect to see you in my office tonight at ten thirty. If you don’t go, I’ll come here. And you do not want that.” He nipped at the skin underneath my ear and my hands went to his shoulders.


Then he pulled away from me and pulled his lip in between his teeth before walking out of my room, slamming the door shut.


He wants me to go to his office. I wonder what for…? Either way, I am not going.

Notes

The next chapter will not be posted until Monday. But let me warn you... It will be a little, you know.... NC-17. So be prepared. And don't judge me because I'm not good at writing scenes like that but that's where muh mind took me lol.

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