Leandro's Revenge

chapter 04

Clad in a black mini-dress and black knee-high boots, Isabelle arrived at Pegasus night club. Ava, her best friend, shrieked as she walked toward their table.

“Dang, you look fantastic!”

“And so are you!” Isabelle complimented back.

“How long has it been since the last time we had a night out?”

“4 years?” she grinned.

“Yeah! I don’t know what’s gotten into you. I was surprised when you called me earlier. Something to do with the return of your dear husband? How did it go? Did our plan work?”

When she hesitated, Ava urged, “Come on! Spill!”

“There’s nothing to spill, Ava.” Isabelle looked crestfallen. She reached for a bottle of drink and downed it in one go.

Her friend looked at her doubtfully.

“Fine! He saw us. But he didn’t really react the way we hoped.”

“What did he say?” Ava pried.

“Well, he said he didn’t really care and then I saw him kissing Celeste earlier today.”

Ava’s brow raised. “So?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you wanted to divorce him. What’s the problem? Shouldn’t you be happy he’s back with his ex? He’ll agree to the divorce if they are back together.”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t tell me you still have feelings for him?” Ava’s eyes narrowed at her. “Isa, you know he’ll never come to love you. It’s been 5 years. 1 year together, but he never said he loved you. Oh, I forgot, he did say that he didn’t have feelings for you back then. Did you forget? Now that he’s out of prison, do you think he’ll do anything with you? You just said he was kissing that b***h. When was the last time you had s*x? Do you plan to be a nun?”

Her heart sunk. “Of course not.”

“But why do I feel like you’re still holding onto him?”

“He doesn’t want a divorce. I have already asked him multiple times through our lawyer since he never once allowed me to visit him while he was in jail.”

“The fake cheating didn’t work, huh?”

“What do I do now?”

“I have an idea! Tell him you’re in love with Oli.”

“What? No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. He is my brother!”

“Not by blood.” She reminded him. “Once he sees you are seriously dating, he’ll take the message and bam! He’ll back away.”

“You think so?”

“Yas! Come on, let’s dance! Let’s discuss it later with Oli. I’m sure he’ll help us.”

* * *

“Smoking’ hot!” Elijah rubbed his chin as he watched — with eagle eyes — a woman dancing in the middle of the dancefloor.

Leandro downed a glass of whiskey and ignored his brother. He had been pointing at women for hours since they arrived, continued to flirt, and buy them drinks. Now, he had just spotted his next target.

“How can you spot every freaking hot woman so easily?” Mateo asked in amazement, his eyes flying in the same direction.

“Uh, oh. Holy cow! Brother, isn’t that my sister-in-law?”

Frowning, Leandro glanced at the dancefloor and there she was, dancing tipsily, dressed in a very revealing outfit.

“She’s with a dude and I think that’s her friend, Ava,” Mateo intoned.

“She’s married but she’s flirting with other men?” Celeste, who sat next to Leandro, said.

“It’s probably the guy trying to hit on her.” Elijah said.

“Doesn’t seem like it. She’s all over him. Look,” Celeste pointed out.

Leandro’s jaw ticked at the sight of his wife dancing with a man, his hands all over her body and hers on him. Mateo looked at Leandro and smirked.

He knew how miserable their marriage was and, judging by his expression, he was expecting some sort of reaction from him.

“I’ll go get her.” Elijah announced.

Before Leandro could protest, he was already on his way to Isabelle and her date.

He came back with Isabelle in tow. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes unfocused. She glanced briefly beside him at where Celeste was seated. She flashed a wry smile and picked up a shot glass and emptied it. Afterwards, she slammed the glass on the table, rolled her eyes at him, and went back to the dancefloor.

“Brother, I think she’s already wasted.” Elijah said worriedly. “You better take her home.”

“Let her be.”

“Woah, you really don’t care about your wife?” Mateo asked in amusement.

“I don’t really get you. Isabelle is hot and beautiful, unlike,” Elijah eyed Celeste meaningfully. She raised her brow and crossed her arms, knowing all too well Elijah was referring to her. Then he added, “some people.”

Mateo laughed loudly over the music but stopped when Celeste glared at him.

She was a college friend and Leandro’s ex. No matter how fleeting their relationship was, Celeste wanted to remain friends, and he wasn’t such a bad person to ignore her. After all, he broke her heart when he married Isabelle. She even lost it when he broke up with her and she hurt herself. Leandro was glad she seemed to be stable now and doing a lot better.

“It was an arranged marriage,” he reminded them.

“If I married her, I would’ve fallen in love with her.” Elijah said, drinking from his glass.

“Me too.” Mateo agreed, which made Leandro’s blood boil.

“Isn’t that Ethan?” Celeste pointed at a man making his way toward Isabelle.

What the hell was going on tonight? Fate really had its way of mocking him. Why was everyone showing up? All he wanted was to steam off and yet everyone in his past, whom he wanted gone, was present.

“Oh, sorry man, I didn’t know he was going to be here.”

Elijah frowned. “Why? What’s wrong if Ethan is here?”

Leandro abruptly stood and weaved through the crowd, moving to the direction where his wife was now talking with Ethan. The other man saw him approach and his shoulders tensed.

“I guess you didn’t learn your lesson.”

“Welcome back, cousin.” Ethan said with a smug smile.

In her drunken state, Isabelle threw her arms around Leandro and yelled, “Hey, guys, listen up! This is my husband. Isn’t he handsome?” she slurred, then giggled, her breasts pressed against his chest. Leandro reached for her waist, trying to steady her, while his eyes didn’t leave Ethan.

“I’m warning you. Stay away from my wife.”

Isabelle tiptoed and kissed his neck. Despite his anger, his c**k twitched. Damn this woman! To everyone’s surprise, she jumped and circled her legs around his waist and began attacking his neck and jaw.

Ethan’s face was blank while Ava’s was a mask of complete surprise. Leandro, on the other hand, was trying his best to make his expression as passive as possible. He didn’t want anyone to know how much she affected him.

“Let’s go home and have sex.” Isabelle suggested seductively.

Leandro gritted his teeth. If only he could throw her off him! The chit was obviously trying to seduce him. And he was just a man. He didn’t know how long he could last with her advances. And she looked adorable like that.

When Ethan didn’t answer, Leandro turned his back and walked to the exit with Isabelle in his arms. He didn’t care that there was laughter, teasing, and whistles from people, including his friends, as they exited.

Once outside, he reached down and opened the car door.

“Isabelle, stop it.” he commanded, her teasing now becoming unbearable. She looked up, her eyes hoody and playful. Cupping his face, she pressed her lips against his and he was knocked out of breath. She tightened her arms around his nape. Leandro froze, rooted in his spot, his hands tightening around buttocks and waist.

He didn’t respond. He knew better than that. Otherwise, he would not be able to stop.

When she pulled away, there was disappointment in her eyes. She averted her gaze and said, “Put me down.”