Chapter6
1138 Words
Stella's POV
Of course, I didn't stop after that mouth job I gave Brandon. We had s*x twice before he finally decided to go have his bath.
“What should I wear?” I muttered to myself as I walked over to the wardrobe meant to be for Brandon and Isabella. “How can one have such a boring taste?” I added, frowning at the long nightwear and the ugly prints of two pieces in Isabella's section.
I smiled when I found the packet of sexy night gowns I had bought for her a long time ago. I wasn't surprised to see she hadn't opened any…they were far too bold for someone like her, too daring for a woman who clung to decency like it was armor.
“Well, good for me because her stupid decency has cost her a perfect man like Brandon.” I chuckled as I brought out a sexy, see-through gown, and I put it on. I walked over to the mirror and a pretty smile crossed my face as I admired myself. My firm boobs were visible in the gown, and it was so short, it barely covered my butt cheeks. Perfect.
I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for.
I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.
There was a reason why I grew so jealous of Isabella even though I had considered her my friend in the beginning.
While I was struggling to get a perfect guy, to find a man who would love only me, a man who wasn't abusive, manipulative, emotionally unavailable, or constantly cheating—I watched Isabella live the life I dreamed of. Her problems were light, Brandon worshiped her and she never had to beg for love or question her worth.
Meanwhile, I was always stuck in cycles of heartbreak, rejection, and betrayal. I've had five mates over the years. Five mates who had rejected me and two chosen mates I had rejected.
For a young girl like me, it was a little too much but I blame the moon goddess for pairing me with fools. Or was it my fault? Was I just so bad that I only attracted bad people?
“Aiden,” I muttered his name through gritted teeth as I stared at his picture…the picture of a powerful Alpha. I loved him, but he ended up betraying me by trying to sell me off for trafficking. I didn't know what I did to deserve all these bad men, but with Brandon, I was sure I would have a happy story.
“Brandon, darling you're taking too long in there,” I called, my voice was ever so sexy.
“I'll be out in a minute, love,” Brandon replied almost immediately and I smiled.
When I was done deleting the pictures and videos of all of my exes, a photo of myself and Isabella popped up and I frowned—so deep it was a miracle my lips didn't fall off. I hated her. She was nothing but a b***h.
“Where has your stupid decency gotten you to b***h?” I seethed, gripping my phone tight as if I wanted to crush her face through it. I couldn't help but remember the time she told me about the gold necklace Brandon bought for her.
I was already having a hard day that time, feeling so worthless and wondering if the moon goddess even had a good plan for me. Yet, the stupid b***h didn't even notice my bad expression or notice that I was in deep pain after losing a pup, she just kept blabbing about how Brandon was the best and how her life was great.
Although I never told her about my problems, shouldn't a friend be able to read the room? I was going through so much and she was just focused on her f*****g self.
It was after that day that I decided to steal Brandon from her. A boring, stupid girl like her didn't deserve a nice guy like him. So, I planned a fake meeting between Brandon and me, and I made it look magical so he would never forget my face, and yes, Isabella had unintentionally helped set up our meeting.
She had given me the perfect opening without even realizing it…asking me to deliver a package to Brandon at his workplace because she was ‘too busy with the pups’
That was the moment I saw the spark in his eyes when he looked at me, the moment I realized that fate had finally handed me something worth fighting dirty for. From that day on, I knew I wouldn’t rest until he was mine…and now, lying in his bed, wrapped in his scent, I had everything she lost.
Just then, Brandon walked out of the bathroom, clad in just a white towel around his waist, his hair damp and messy from the steam, a few drops of water trailing down his sculpted chest.
"Miss me already?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he ran a hand through his wet hair.
I bit my lip, leaning back seductively on the bed. “Always,” I purred, watching the way his gaze darkened as it raked over my body.
This was my victory. My prize. And I wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
I watched as he slipped into a simple shirt, dried his hair properly, and then came to join me on the bed. I giggled softly when he pulled me into himself, hands wrapped tightly around my waist.
We were both quiet for a while, just staring lovingly into each other's faces until I broke the silence, asking, “What about Isabella, do you think she's fine?”
My tone was soft, laced with fake care. Yes, I had to act like I cared, like I didn't plan everything from the beginning.
I heard Brandon heave a deep sigh before he said, “Honestly I don't know.” I could tell he wanted to say more, but he decided not to say anything. Which was good because I wasn't ready to start assuring him that his ex-wife would be fine. Honestly, I wish she had been hit by a bus so I would never have to see her.
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