Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Adonis
I pulled the door open to see who was the rude, impatient fuck that was hell-bent on destroying the fucking doorbell. But as I rested my eyes on the person standing on the front porch, all the light in my eyes went off immediately.
What the fuck is this bitch doing here?
Her striking blue eyes widened in feigned surprise as her blood-red lips stretched in a modulated laugh.
“You?” She crossed her skinny arms draped in the flashiest finery as her gaze looked me up and down like I was some fucking piece of lab rat for experimental study.
“Ace?” She arched her fake, drawn-on eyebrows in that condescending manner that I absolutely and utterly loathed. Seeing this fucking old hag again sent all the meager goodness in my life to fucking limbo to be replaced by darkness. Utterly blinding and suffocating darkness reminded me of the part of myself that I tried to avoid.
Sucking in a deep breath, I prayed to everything in heaven and fucking hell to grant me calm and patience.
“What are you doing here, Ace?” She smiled, “Finally unable to pay your own rent? Trying to hide under Neil's own roof? I thought everyone was so proud of you?” She arched her chin in that fucking haughty way she always carried herself. “What a disaster.”
“The only disaster here is right in front of me.” I nailed her a cold glance. “Fucking cut the bullshit out. You’ve always known I’m here so you can stop with the fake surprise. There’s too much fake already, you don’t need anymore.”
She let out a laugh that did not reach her cold blue eyes. The sound of it was grating to my ears. Then she held my gaze. I held hers right back. It was a stare-down of raw animosity. I hated looking at her, having to remember her, standing in the same place as her – even her fucking son disgusted me sometimes with his fucking eyes that looked just like hers. But I’m an expert at stare-downs, and She. Would. Fucking. Surrender. To. Me.
We stood there, stubbornly glaring at each other unblinkingly, waiting for the other person to fucking give up but fuck no, we were both bullheaded as fuck, as much as I hate comparing myself to the bitch, but one thing was sure. I was more fucking stubborn.
She let out a scoff of scorn when she saw I was not backing off and eyed me down condescendingly before she turned away from me and slipped through the open door, her dress ruffling and heels clacking punishingly on the marble floor.
When she was out of sight, I turned to face away from the door, sucking in a very deep breath. God, I hate that woman. What the actual fuck does she want here? I shook my head and looked over to the shiny red Jeep -of the most luxurious, expensive-as-fuck model from the vehicle company that produced the costliest cars in the world- that was parked carelessly in the driveway. It was the latest design from the company I landed a huge contract with, my job was generally to design a faster, stronger, sexier-looking, extremely luxurious, and more expensive model for the company.
I let out a dark grin that did not reach my eyes as I realized something about the bitch's new red Jeep.
It was the same fucking model of the Jeep I got for my mother a fucking month ago.
That bitch is insane.
When I stepped back into the house, my fucking mood was worse than before. Closing the door softly behind me, I moved forward and saw the fucking bitch sitting her stiff ass on a couch with Neil sitting on the one beside her, talking about something but she was barely listening. Her gaze was roaming around the living area, probably scanning how pricey everything in the room was.
A glass of champagne was perched on her skinny fingers laden with gold rings, swishing gently.
“Oh, Neil. I waited and waited for you to invite me to come to see your new house but then I got tired of waiting…so I decided to come see for myself."
Neil brushed a hand through his hair. “You should have at least called.”
She smiled, slowly shifting her gaze to meet his. Blue clashing against the blue. “Do I need permission to visit my own son?”
I found her tone fucking repulsive. She was always fucking trying to ruin things for others for her own sadist entertainment.
Neil sighed.
“Where’s that fiancée of yours?” She asked, her modulated voice and haughty tone pronouncing the word fiancée like it was the name of a bug. Of course, Neil did not notice. That dumb fucker never notices anything.
Neil straightened up and looked in the direction of the stairs. “She’s…”
He trailed off.
My eyes moved to follow his gaze at the same time as the old bitch. Leilani was coming down the stairs, long beautiful brown hair rippling down her body, her sexy as sin curvy body was hugged by a small pink dress that ended on the middle of her thick thighs and spread across her swaying hips then tightened up and around her tiny waistline. The top of the dress was a network of provocative straps that bound her buxom breasts to her arms, leaving the soft skin of her shoulders, neck, and parts of her upper arms exposed.
Not to talk of her softly bouncing cleavage…
Her long legs flowed forever till they sat, neatly tucked in flat pink shoes. Her pretty long lashes swept over her soft cheekbones as she blinked, her honey-colored eyes moving over all of us.
Damn.
She looked fucking edible.