My Revenge His Regret

Chapter 18

Analisa's POV

After, Declan asked me what had me so worked up. I told him while scowling at the duo on the couch. He knows how I am about people touching my stuff without permission. He coaxes me to gain my attention and from the corner of my eye I see the duo trying to make an escape but I stop them with my cold voice, "Where the hell do you think you two are going?" I sneer in their direction but Declan gently guides my head to look back at him. I pout and whine, which makes him smile. He leans down and kisses my pouty lips without thinking but immediately pulls back as realization hits him of what he just did.

I hear a huff and angry mumbling. I scowled at Austin, who glanced at me with sadness and pain in his eyes.

Declan is quick to apologize to his cousin. "Austin, I am so sorry I was not thinking. I am so used to just reacting to her. We were together for years. I will control myself better." I stopped his rambling with a peck on the lips. He sighs and gives me a small smile. I said in an indifferent tone. "Declan, why are you apologizing to him? So what, you kissed me on the lips. He f****d a girl in my house on my bed and on my couch. He has no right to act hurt now, especially since I saw and heard way worse than those measly kisses we shared. We are husband and wife in name only. If he needs reminding, then I can have a copy of the agreement sent to him via e-mail. He is free to do as he pleases behind closed doors, as am I." "But babygirl, he is still your husband."

I scoffed. "My husband who willingly drugged me so he could get his way? Or the husband who willingly brought a stranger into my home, not his but mine, to have s****l intercourse on my bed that I sleep in everyday and on top of my couch that I use daily because he could not find me. That term husband should be used lightly when in reference to him."

We turn as we hear a few sniffles only to see Austin crying and the girl comforting him with watery eyes.

Declan goes to comfort his cousin but I stop him so he whispers to me. "Babe, I have to comfort him, he is my cousin." I laugh dryly and say, "Declan, baby, your heart is too pure for this world. I know you care but think back to the charity event when he tried to prevent me from comforting you. He did not even try to comfort you ever, but he has embarrassed you. Think of all the other times he stood in the way. For goodness sake, he took me from you and you still want to help him. Did I mean so little to you or was our relationship not worth it? He has only ever spewed hate towards you and your family for being less than his. Baby, please open your eyes. He does not deserve your comfort or your help. This is another act on his part for us to do what he wants us to do."

Declan looks hesitant, so I move away from him and move closer to Austin, who stops crying and smirks at his cousin while he tries to touch me. I avoid his touch and stare at Declan, who is observing his cousin with a sad look. Finally understanding what I meant.

"Austin, cousin or not, I will never forgive you for taking the love of my life away from me. I hope you can handle her without my help. I also hope you can handle the extra competition." Declan said, looking directly at Austin with a fiery determination in his eyes. He looks at me with longing and soon he is pulling me into him for a chaste kiss. He whispers. "I love you so much, Analisa." I smile and wink at him. There is the Declan I came to love. The one with fire in his eyes and a massive amount of determination.

Declan leaves and I turn back to the duo sitting down holding each other. "Austin have you calculated the money you owe me?" He looks at me shocked. "I-I w-w-was h-h-hoping t-t-to..." I cut him off again. "My bed, my duvet, my sheets, my pillows, my bathroom, this couch, the decorative pillows. What else?" He looks at the rug beneath my sandals and the 2 chairs at my sides. He has got to be f*****g kidding me. He then nudges her and she speaks in a whisper. "Against your windowsill and your bedroom door and on the stairs against the railing. I also borrowed a matching underwear set and this shirt and skirt. My entire outfit was ruined." I laugh a humorless laugh at her words. "Stand up." She does and I take a picture of her outfit. "Strip I need to see which set." She looks embarrassed.

"I saw you naked with his p***s in you." I said, pointing towards Austin, who was red from embarrassment as well. She nods and struggles some before she removes the top and skirt. I got a look of fury on my face when I saw the underwear set she chose. I took another picture. "Get dressed," I said.

I sent the picture of the girl in my clothes to my mother with the caption 'Maybe you should create a line for the mistress. My clothes are too tight on her.'

Then I sent a text message to Declan, who had just left, 'His mistress is wearing the underwear set you bought me for our anniversary. I want to cry and rip her to shreds.' I could feel my heart constrict painfully. I know it is stupid to feel heartbroken over a panty set but that was the last gift I got from Declan. I never cared if he got me anything, but everything he did give me was treasured by me.

I looked at Austin with a look of betrayal that carried so much sadness and hatred. I glanced at her with a look filled with hatred. I whispered. "You could have taken everything in my closet and I would not have cared, but my small dresser is off limits because it is filled with gifts from the guy I love the most." I looked at them both again with a look of devastation. I said in a defeated voice. "I hate you, Austin, and I hate your mistress. I will make you pay for the pain you both caused me today." With that, I ran out of the mansion. I ran 10 miles in sandals to my godparents' house. I knocked hoping they were home. To my luck, they were. As soon as they saw me, they pulled me inside. My godmother asked me what was wrong and I told them everything. My godfather was the first to react. He tried to storm out and drive to the mansion and beat the hell out of Austin for doing what he did. I told them that I was pathetic and was not crying about what Austin did, but because his mistress was wearing a gift of mine from Declan. They immediately understood.

My godmother asks gently, "Why don't you store the gifts somewhere no one has access to?" Tears flowed from my eyes as I said. "The dresser was customized and is always locked and I always carry the keys." I pulled a small golden heart keychain from my pocket that had 3 keys on it. My godfather comments. "How did they open it?" My lip trembles. "I do not know." They hug me and suggest to me to just have Declan order me a new set. I said in a low shaky voice. "The designer that made that set faced an untimely demise and, besides, it would not be the same. I know I am being stupid right now over something so small, but this is big for me."

They both try to get me to calm down. My phone rings and I don't even bother to check the caller ID. I answer in a sad voice. "Hello". "Hey babygirl. I am sorry I did not answer your message right away. I was driving and then I got a call from my father that he wanted to talk to me. I just wanted to call you and see how you are, in case this little meeting takes too long." I spoke softly. "You know how pathetic I get when someone touches something that was gifted to me, especially if it was gifted by you." I hear him inhale and exhale softly. "I know baby and I will make it up to you." I hum quietly. "It won't be the same anymore. Deck we aren't what we used to be and my heart hurts so much." I hear him sigh softly. I love that about him. He is always very soft in the way he speaks to me and gentle in the way he touches me. He always spoiled me by letting me have my way with him. He never let me carry anything and sometimes he would carry me when I was tired. He kissed the pout away and embraced me when I whined.

"Mine too baby, mine too......I am sorry babygirl, but my father is tapping on my window so I will call you later, okay. Don't be sad anymore. I love you."

I started to hear Declan and his father greet each other so I hung up. Declan has a bad habit of never hanging up. My godmother wraps her arms around me again before telling me. "Your relationship with Declan is so cute but you need a relationship that is more than that." I tilt my head and look at her in confusion. She continues, "Declan caters to you and that is good, but he also never tells you no. You need someone who will call you out when you are wrong but that someone also has to be your support on the days you are right. Someone who can handle you when you are loving and clingy as well as when you are pissed and spiteful. You need someone to balance you." I gave her side-eye before saying, "Declan has always handled me with no issue." She laughed lightly. "Yeah, but he is not there when you are beyond pissed wanting to kill someone. I am pretty sure if you did commit murder all you would have to do is pout and whine and he would help you bury that dead body. And you need someone to stand beside you, not behind you. Like I said, you do not always need backup. Sometimes you need someone to stand toe to toe with you and honey, that is not Declan. He loves you too much to stand against you or to tell you that you did something wrong. He is a great friend, but as a life partner for you, no, I think you need someone who is willing to rub you the wrong way occasionally. OH, and do not get me started on Austin. That boy screams pathetic and needy. You are going to eat him alive."

Her words have me thinking about my entire relationship with Declan. She is right. He never told me no to anything. Any time I was distressed and he was not around, he would make it up to me. He was an amazing boyfriend and a very good lover.

I agree with her about Austin. He is pathetic and cowardly. He needs protection but does not provide it. He is too immature and lacks life lessons. He has never faced any type of hardship. He disgusts me beyond repair.

That somehow brings me to Ryan, my assistant. He is very vocal about his opinions and does not care to offend me. He may apologize, but deep down I know he feels better when he calls me out about certain things. He opened my eyes so I could see the world from a different perspective. His touch and his kisses were filled with a burning passion that I did not know I was missing until I felt it. I wonder what it would be like if we hooked up. I sigh as I think about how he rejected me because I am his boss and was under the influence.