Satans Spectacle

Chapter 8

" Eleanor, what the fuck are you doing here?" She rolled her eyes and cocked her hand on her hip. "You know exactly why I'm here. You are late for our anniversary lunch AND you didn't pick me up from the airport. Now stop playing around with this bitch-" Before I could even process what she was saying he had his hand around her throat faster than I could blink.

" say one more fucking word I dear you." He said through his gritted teeth - wait, did she say anniversary? "Stop disrespecting her before I punch your fuckin lights out" he gritted out of his teeth.

"What is she talking about?" He let her go with a push making her stumble back and hit the bookshelf. He looked back at me and let out a frustrated sigh.

" I was going to explain the whole thing to you before the ball-"

" YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE HER TO THAT!" She yelled

"Will you shut the hell up!" He barked, "She's my wife." Wife? WIFE I scoffed and smirked. Of course, this would happen to me. I held my hands up and dusted them off signaling I didn't want to hear anymore. I've heard all I needed. Once again I've been played

I turn around ready to leave but he grabs my hand, "Let go of my hand Valentino."

"No, you need to hear this." He tugged me back but I quickly slapped his hand, "Let. go. of. my. hand." I annunciated each word hoping that would get the message across. I scoffed and shook my head

"Funny how you said I couldn't fuck anyone while you were out here having sex with someone else and had a wife!" I went to reach for the door but he grabbed my arm yanking me back.

" I'm not done talking to you!" No matter how hard I tried I couldn't pull away it was pissing me off

"What I do in my free time is none of your business." Didn't he just say he was going to tell me? " If you would just listen to me then-

"None of my business? For all I know I could have fucking clap! Who else were you fucking? Because you could have been out here having all the girls buss it wide open for you."

He gripped my face pulling it closer to his. A sudden rush of adrenaline that feeling I hated the most

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He glared at me and tightened his grip. He clenched his jaw, "Because I know it's not me Tabitha." His voice deepened as he stared at me.

"Let go of me Valentino," I said calmly. This wasn't the man I knew months ago. I don't know who this man is

"Are you gonna keep looking at me I said let me go!" He scoffed and clenched his jaw again.

" I hope you know nothing will change you're still mine."

"Like hell, I am fuck yo-" I felt a strong sting on my face. I cupped my cheek trying to calm the sensation. "Watch your Fucking tone!"

This bitch just slapped me not even having time to process anything. I give him a mean right hook. He stumbled back slightly and scoffed

"Watch my tone? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOOOU! You're a fucking piece of shit I hope you know that." I walked behind him and took the cake from his desk slamming it on the floor. "Lose my number and if you show up at my job the police will deal with you." I should have thrown the shit in his face since he wants to put hands on me.

I started walking the door with his eyes glued on me practically fuming. "You can have him I don't want him. Enjoy your fucking lunch." I said to his wife still standing by the bookshelf watching this whole thing

I fling the door open not caring if it broke because realistically I wanted to bruck up every ting inna dis-

"TABITHA, YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" His voice boomed throughout the building but I didn't care