Chapter Four: Bipolar
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Adella’s POV
“Baby! What do you think we should do with this space?” Liz yelled, running around my large living room while Elvis stared at my portraits on the wall.
I got access to my CCTV cameras, and I’ve been watching everything going on around the house since the day began.
“Are they really going to turn my home into theirs?” My fingers bit deep into my clenched fist, drawing blood.
“I don’t know, maybe you should decorate it more. And we really have to confiscate all the silly award plaques arranged here.”
“Of course! Let’s even do that right away.”
Before I knew it, Liz was grabbing all my plaques and tossing them into the waste bin they’ve been dumping my things in.
“Yeah, more like that.” She went to sit on my favorite chair, crossing her legs as though she owned the space.
I switched to the camera that oversaw everything, and my brain spiraled as I saw that they’ve changed almost everything in the house.
“She really had no taste. Everything here is bland.” Elvis commented again.
“I’ve been thinking about the different s*x positions we’d try out here. I mean, it’s a good thing that it’s away from a lot of houses, I can scream as much as I want!” Liz giggled.
She stood up and went to wrap her arms around Elvis. Bile rushed up my throat as they started to kiss. I turned off the camera from that place right there and switched to my room. I surely wasn’t going to watch them have s*x.
I could barely even recognize my own room. It had been repainted and rearranged, with the majority of Liz’s belongings there. I couldn’t watch the footage anymore, I threw my phone on the bed and toppled out through the door.
Adam promised that he wouldn’t let them go near my properties again. Why hadn’t he done anything? I needed to know the reason he still allowed those two to enter my house.,
I raced over to his study, throwing the door open without bothering to knock.
“They’re in my house, Adam. You promised to—” I froze midway as I saw the situation on the ground clearly.
He wasn’t alone. He was with three different guys, and they all had their guns drawn out, each pointing it at delicate parts of my body, including my head.
“Stand down, and leave us alone.” Adam interrupted, ordering the guys.
They all did as he said, but slowly. Their eyes widened, freezing and staring at me with raised eyebrows. I looked at them weirdly before turning my eyes back to Adam.
“This is a lady, Adam. And she’s in your house.” One of the guys said after clearly getting over the shock.
“I didn’t stutter when I told you all to leave us alone.” Adam seethed.
They all looked at each other, smiling widely as they made their way over to the door. As soon as they were out of the study, they broke out in cheers. Weird.
“You don’t barge into rooms like that again,” He said. “Next time, they won’t wait for my order.”
“I just watched the footage of my house, both Liz and Elvis are there. You said you’ll not let them go close to my property.” I snapped.
“And I kept my promise, I already sent my men over.”
He had been acting all weird and cold since he eased me out of my panic attack two days ago. Was it even possible that he had bipolar disorder?
“When’s the memorial starting?” I asked him.
“Seven. Meet me here by that time.” He said without any traces of emotion in his voice.
I stared at him weirdly then nodded and walked out of the room. I lounged around till it was evening and before I knew it, it was seven. I stood before Adam’s door, about to knock when Stella suddenly barreled over to me.
“Uhm, Adella. Did he ask for you?” Stella panted, and I stared at her in confusion.
“Yes, he actually—” I was cut off by the door opening, and the words got lodged in my throat when I saw a lady walk out. No, it wasn’t just any lady but one who was barely dressed. She was gorgeous, but I didn’t have to be told that she was a s*x worker.
Her breasts were almost pouring out of her clothes, and the rest of her body was covered in lace leggings. I saw a creamy white stuff on her lap, was that… c*m?
Behind her, Adam stood. My eyes instinctively went lower, and he was adjusting his trousers.
“Let’s start, Adella. The memorial has started.”
What the actual f*ck?
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