Episode 5: Let The Fun Begin
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Ethan POV
The sound was so loud it forced me to raise my head.
I glanced behind me for a second before turning back to my computer, ignoring whatever chaos was happening in the house—and ignoring the endless calls from Mr. Wellington.
Instead, I scrolled lazily through an endless feed of hot girls.
Jack had sent a bunch of them.
He knew my taste.
“If you need some fruit, you should beg me for it, not steal it!”
Vera’s angry voice echoed through the house.
I rolled my eyes.
A notification popped up on my phone.
Sofia Hart just agreed to show up for the party. — Jack
My lips curled into a smirk.
Of course she did.
No one ever resists me.
Just then, another sound rang out—sharp enough to make me stand.
I walked up the stairs, and right there in the hallway, I froze.
Vera was holding her cheek in shock.
And the so-called wife stood in front of her, glaring.
“Did you just hit me?” Vera asked, stunned.
“I’ll hit you again and again until I knock some sense into your bald skull,” the girl spat.
Her eyes were blazing.
Vera raised her hand again, ready to strike back.
That was when I stepped in.
“Vera, that’s enough,” I said calmly.
Both women turned to look at me.
“Did you see what she did to me?” Vera demanded, clearly humiliated.
I sighed, already tired of the drama.
“That’s enough,” I repeated.
Her jaw tightened.
Then I turned to the girl.
“Don’t you ever raise your hand at my visitor again. Do I make myself clear?” I warned.
She scoffed loudly.
“You both are crazy! If you want your fruit, here you go!”
She stormed inside and came back almost immediately.
Then she tossed the fruits straight at Vera.
“What the—!” Vera groaned as the fruit hit her.
“Have you lost your mind?!” I yelled.
The girl hissed and slammed the door so hard I thought the frame might crack.
Vera turned to me, furious and on the verge of tears.
“I hate her! I hate her so much!”
“Send her away right now!”
I didn’t even bother replying.
Instead, I walked back to the sitting room.
She followed behind me.
“Ethan!”
“She has to go!”
I picked up my laptop, not even sparing her a glance when my phone suddenly rang.
I groaned.
I already knew who it was.
Mr. Wellington.
Vera saw the caller ID and suddenly snatched the phone from my hand.
“The hell, b***h?!” I snapped.
She ignored me and answered.
“Hello, Mr. Wellington,” she said sweetly.
“You don’t know me. I’m Ethan’s girlfriend. The so-called wife isn’t welcome here. Please send her back.”
My jaw clenched.
I quickly grabbed the phone back and ended the call.
“Get out.”
My voice was low. Dark.
“Ethan, I shouldn’t be the one leaving. It should be her,” she protested.
I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the door.
“I think I’ve been friendly enough with you. You dare touch my phone?” I said coldly.
“But Ethan, I’m doing this for you—for us. You clearly don’t want her any more than I do.”
“It’s none of your f*****g business.”
I shoved her outside and slammed the door.
Silence.
I exhaled slowly and stared up the stairs.
She had to go too.
I picked up my phone again and dialed his number.
He answered almost immediately.
“Ethan Wellington, you gave your phone to some woman to talk to me?” his voice thundered.
I nearly rolled my eyes.
“I want her out of my house right now,” I said flatly.
There was a pause.
“Give yourself time to heal, boy,” he said quietly.
“Shut up, old man. If you don’t take her out of here, I’ll do it myself.”
“Ethan, don’t hurt that girl.”
I scoffed and hung up.
Don’t hurt her?
I snorted.
I was only just getting started.
I ran up the stairs and stopped outside the guest room.
Pulling out the spare key, I unlocked the door.
Then I froze.
She was curled up under a duvet.
Crying quietly.
The sight irritated me.
“Get out.”
My voice filled the room.
She slowly turned toward me.
Her eyes were red.
“Seriously?” her voice cracked.
“Yes. I want you out of my house.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Don’t make me force you out myself,” I warned.
She laughed.
Then she stood up and walked toward me, still clutching the duvet.
“I think you didn’t hear me the first time,” she said, stopping right in front of me.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her face was a mess.
My expression stayed cold.
“You won’t leave?”
“No. I won’t.”
She was starting to irritate me.
I clenched my jaw.
“Then I’ll make you leave.”
I turned and walked out.
Back in my room, I grabbed my second phone from the bedside table.
I dialed Jack.
He answered immediately.
“What’s up, man? Please tell me Sofia texted you,” he teased.
“You craving some p***y?” I asked bluntly.
There was a pause.
“Nah, I’m not f*****g Vera,” he said.
“Not that slut. A better one. Bring the boys with you. Let’s play a wild game.”
“Ohhhh, Gosh. I love you so much,” he laughed.
I ended the call.
A dirty smirk spread across my face.
“Just a little game to drive her out,” I muttered.
A few minutes later, the boys arrived.
Jack burst through the door first.
“Where is she?” he asked, scanning the house.
“Relax, bro,” I chuckled.
“Girls from you are always top tier,” he said, dropping onto the couch beside me.
The other two guys sat down more cautiously.
They weren’t as comfortable here as Jack.
“Just a little punishment to drive her insane,” I said with a smirk.
“She’s going to love it.”
“I’m going to love it too,” Sten laughed.
I chuckled.
“The guest room is yours,” I said darkly. “Have fun.”
I grabbed my computer from the center table.
“I want to work,” I added casually, “but I want to hear her scream. Okay?”
“We’re in,” Jack said immediately.
“She’s going to bring this whole building down with her screams,” Peter laughed, standing up.
I gave them a faint smirk and walked upstairs.
As I passed her door, I glanced at it briefly.
“She’s going to regret coming here,” I muttered.
Then I shut my door.
Let the fun begin.
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