Kennedie

Of fucking course.

Just when I thought that nothing could be more surprising than finding out that finding out that my husband of barely two weeks old was cheating on me with my best friend for heaven knows how long and I now this.

She was pregnant and apparently she never liked me that much to begin with judging by the fact that she was asking Andrew when he would divorce me and she even called me a bitch.

Talk about a rude awakening.

"Why do I even fucking bother" I spat and pushed past Andrew.

I ripped open the closet doors and began stuffing all of my clothes into a box. I could not stand being around Andrew right now, and quite frankly not ever.

He absolutely disgusted me, the both of them did to be honest.

"What do you think you are doing Kennedie?" Andrew asked. There was shuffling at the background so I was probably guessing that he had decided to finally put some pants on.

I did not even bother turning back just kept on forcing my clothes into the box "well I know that you have always been slow Andrew, but don't tell me now you've added blindness to the long list of your illnesses"

Those words were spat out with so much bitterness that even I could not even understand how one action of a person could push him from the high pedestal that I once held him on to a complete and utter joke.

Once I had packed all of my clothes, I put on a simple night gown and turned with my closed box in hand.

Oh great, he was finally wearing shorts.

I glared at him, with all of the hatred that I could muster and it was such a shame that gazes weren't lethal weapon because he would have been six feet under had it not been the case.

"I am leaving Andrew" I said.

My tone held that voice of finality in it. I meant it. He chuckled, probably thinking that it was one of my childish tantrums that I usually threw whenever I was angry with him.

Back when we were dating, whenever we had an issue I would go over and stay with Judith until he brought me flowers and apologized.

But as it turns out the person whom I thought was a good friend was actually a venomous snake.

"You can't be fucking serious Kennedie" he said hands on his waist.

I sneered at him "watch me then"

"You don't even have any place to go" he said his tone mocking.

Right I could not even go to Judith's place anymore but that would not still stop me. I would still leave, I will find somewhere.

"You said you no longer love me Andrew and so I am really so confused as to why you are so interested in my private life"

He had nothing to say after that, I mean they were his words not mine. The more I looked at him, the more my blood boiled with different unpleasant emotions. Pain, anger, heartbreak.

I dragged my things to the front door and Andrew followed after me "you can't leave Kennedie, you have nowhere to go"

Andrew tried to grab me but I slapped him hard across the face. The appropriate payback for when he first hit me.

"Stay the fuck! Away from me Andrew, and just so you know the next time you hear form me, it will be my lawyers serving you divorce papers" I said.

My entire body was trembling with how angry I was.

Andrew scoffed "you will be back to me Kennedie, besides all you have is that dying fucking hotel that daddy left you before-"

I did not even let him finish his statement before I closed the door in his face.

He wasn't even worth it.

I stuffed all of my luggage into my car and drove off without looking back.

My throat was tight and the tears burned at the back of my back of my eyelids. I wanted to cry and not the quiet kind, full on wail and ask whatever god out there that existed what I had done for my life to become such a joke.

Why Andrew chose to hurt me like this?

I switched on the radio maybe music would make me feel better but then guess what began to play?

It was fucking Gracie Abrams, "I Miss You, I'm Sorry"

I quickly turned off the radio before my mood got even worse.

How perfect that that song began to play on the radio today of all days. I was almost convinced that the universe held some sort of grudge with me.

Then it began to rain heavily.

"Fucking hell!"

I hit my steering wheel so hard that I mistakenly honked really loudly and I could hear the man in the car behind me curse at me.

Without looking, I stuck my hand through the window and flipped him the bird.

Why was today just so wrong?

And trust me I get it, there were some days that were just bad days, I used to have them all of the time but this was just like a bad day on steroids.

A series of bad events that were just happening in a loop and I swear to god I was about to snap.

The rain poured, seeming to get heavier with every second. I could hardly even see a thing anymore.

Then my car started to make wired noises, the engine hissing before it just stopped. You heard me, my car just stopped working right there in the middle of the road under a heavy storm.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!!!"

I hit my hand on the steering wheel over and over again until my fingers turned sore.

I climbed down from the car.

I did not care if I looked like a lunatic at this moment, I was way past that.

"Fucking asshole!" I screamed to the sky "I hate you, you hear me? I am just so fed up!"

There was the sound of thunder as if to tell me "well, fuck you too"

I picked up my phone from the car seat trying to call for help but there was no signal.

Literally, fuck my rotten luck.

Then I heard the sound behind me.

All the hairs on my body stood up right and there was a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Please... leave me alone"

Silence.

Then suddenly strong arms wrapped around me in a tight grip. I couldn't even move and when I opened my mouth to scream, a cloth was pressed to my nose.

Fuck.

The world spun, my legs gave out and everything went dark.

Desmond

I stared at her unconscious frame.

By my calculations it would take about five minutes or so before she would wake up, and I was trying to prepare myself for the havoc that she would wreck the moment that she was awake.

I know that I could have worked with other, well less extreme means but I hated wasting time and so in my opinion this was the fastest way to get it done.

Unethical I know, but hey, it fucking worked, didn't it?

I heard a little groan, and she stirred before her eyes were opened.

She stood up immediately, and rushed over away from me. She swayed a bit since the chloroform still had a bit of an effect on her.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked "why did you take me? Answer me!!!"

I stood up but she moved away "kidnapping is a crime, and when I fucking get my hands on my phone, I will call the cops and you will have a long time of explaining to do behind bars"

How stupid was this woman? Shouting out her plans to someone that she should very well be afraid of... she was so cute.

I had finally had enough of her theatrics, all of her shouting was giving me a headache "for heaven's sakes woman would you clam down" I groaned massaging my forehead.

All of her noise was beginning to get to me.

She scoffed "unbelievable. You freaking kidnapped me and you are telling me to calm down, fucking dickhead"

I moved towards her, slow, menacing letting our size difference intimidate her.

I took pleasure in seeing her eyes go wide like a little mouse.

I was about 6'ft and very built, I take immense pride in that since I had been religiously working out to get this fucking good looking body of mine.

Some might call me narcissistic, but I'd like to use the term incredibly self-aware.

She moved back with every step I took and I only covered the space by moving a step further until she was trapped between me and the wall.

Her scent, holy goddess it was so fucking heavenly, I could feel the stirring in my consciousness...

She was-

I could not think about that right now. I did not want to think about it, I did not want it.

She looked up at me and swallowed. My gaze followed the movement of her neck, it was so slender and my fingers itched to just wrap around them and cut off her airflow while....

I needed to focus.

"W-what are you d-doing?" she stammered.

I smirked "cat caught your tongue little menace" I asked.

She was silent, but there was this gaze in her eyes, the one that told me that there was not an innocent bone in this woman she was a brat.

"You are going to sit down like a good little girl and listen to me talk hmm" I said, and she nodded.

"Good"

I stepped away from her and motioned towards one of the living room couches "go on, have a seat" I said.

She walked over to the chair and sat down with her arms folded.

"Tell me" she grumbled but I think that she was angrier about the way that her body reacted towards me than anything else.

What can I say, it was just the Desmond effect.

Again, self-aware.

I cleared my throat "firstly I would like to apologize for the circumstances in which we met... I can admit that it wasn't the best introduction"

She scoffed "you are talking like you just spilled a coffee on me asshole may I remind you that you fucking kidnapped me"

I decided to ignore her.

"I already know who you are so it is only fair that I introduce myself. I am Desmond Knight"

She rolled her eyes "I didn't ask you but hey at least I have a name to give to the police" she said,

"Would you just shut up for a second little Kennedie?" I asked getting frustrated.

"Fine" she grumbled under her breath.

She was like a spoiled little brat.... It was making me feel things that I had no business feeling.

"So, I know that you are wondering the reason why you are here" I said.

She rolled her eyes "yeah no shit"

I cleared my throat "I owe a debt to your father"

That was enough to get her attention. In the fraction of an instant the heat of her gaze fell heavily on me. It was kind of hot if you ask me.

"What do you know about my father?" he voice held some kind of frost to it.

Kennedie's dad Mr. Kent Hart Peterson, well late now. I owed him my entire life. The kind man who decided that he would take in an orphan and help him.

I was that orphan.

And when he was dying, his last wish to me was that I take care of his little daughter that had the tendency for trouble.

I was not going to tell her that, that was none of her business.

"I promised your dad that I would protect you and that includes from your stupid cheating husband"

She looked taken aback "how do you know about my husband... rum ex-husband now" she added the last clearing her throat.

I smirked "I know everything about you little menace"

Her eyes dilated, something told me that the idea that I might have been possibly following her was appealing to her a lot more than she wanted to admit.

She folded her arms and tightened her legs.

"Whatever, I don't need your protection Desmond, matter of fact I think that the real danger here is you" she said.

The way she called my name... holy heavens!

This woman was sin, pure and unfiltered. Maybe she was right, she needed to stay away from me.

The demons that I had tried to keep at bay were knocking at the door of mind for them to be let out and consume her.

I smirked "I heard you have nowhere to go.... How long do you think you will last before you get yourself in some kind of trouble?" I asked,

She was silent for a while before she replied "I will find my own way" she said.

"Really because your only friend is the botch who is fucking your husband"

"Can you shut up!" she exploded there were tears in her eyes "I know that I looked like a fucking idiom to you right now but you don't have to rub it in ok?" she was breathing heavily.

I don't know why I decided to do this, I never made irrational decisions like this and it was also none of my business but you know what,

Screw it.

I smirked and moved closer to her "you may not need my protection little menace but I guess there is something I can help you with" I said, my eyes twinkling with mischief,

She folded her arms "what do you propose?" she asked.

"I can help you get revenge"

Kennedie

This was some wild movie shit that was happening to me.

I mean in less than two days my life was already a whirlwind of emotions... I could still not understand how in heaven's name that my life went from being newly to the love of my life to all of this.

As if it was not bad enough that I found out the person that I thought that I knew and loved was a lying, cheating asshole and that my best friend was a snake, I also had to be kidnapped by some psycho who said that he wed my dad a favor and was willing to help me have my revenge.

Desmond had given me three days to really think about it and whether I was up for revenge or not and I know that my immediate reaction should be hell yeah, I mean I should strip Andrew of all he had for doing this to me.

And I was certain that I was a complete and utter idiot for giving it a second thought but I was not sure if that was or wanted to be for that matter.

My father always said that vengeance was never the answer and that a heart full of grudge would never have peace.

But still, I wasn't having any peace at all right now as I still here thinking about how he got to continue living his life while was away from the house that I paid the deposit for.

I was so angry.

And I know that anger is a normal emotion that people eel but I had never been this angry in my life.

And now I was here in Desponds mansion of a home with nothing but my intrusive thoughts.

I should have left here long ago, I mean he was not stopping me and I had my own free fucking will but even though I hated to admit it, he was right about one thing.

I had nowhere else to go.

Usually I would just stay over at Judith's place for as long as I wanted, she never complained.

But now I see she was never obviously going to complain since well, it was the least she could do for shagging my husband behind my back.

How long was it even going on for?

Was everything always just a lie?

Angry tears clouded my vision and roughly wiped my tears.

I would never let a drop of tears fall from my eyes for that asshole Andrew, he did not deserve it.

What he did deserve was to fucking suffer.

This was all just driving me insane... I am sorry dad but I think I might just have to disobey you on this one.

I heard a ring, it was my phone.

I picked it up "talk to me" I said.

"Well madam there seems to be someone that is causing a ruckus in front of the hotel"

I ran my hand roughly through my hair. I was already overstimulated I did not want to have to deal with all of this as well.

"Sharon you already know not to call over trivial matters like this" I said.

Sometimes I wonder what I was even patting these people for.

The hotel was not making much profit, I had to pay through my teeth to ensure that all of the workers were paid on time and no one there could even handle an issue like this?

Absolutely fucking ridiculous.

"Well we have tried Madam but she won't leave... she is insisting that she must speak to you"

I had a bad feeling in my gut but I still decided to ask anyways "what is the person's name?" I asked.

There was a few minutes of silence from her end like she was asking the person.

"She says that her name is Judith Coleman"

I could feel my ears ringing. If this were some animated show I would probably even have fumes coming out of my ears.

The audacity of that mad fucking woman.

"Keep her there Sharon I will be there in five"

"Yes madam-"

I hung up before she could even complete whatever she was saying. I could not even think straight. If I thought that I was angry before, now I was livid.

I stormed to the front door and tore the door open.

I moved to leave but I was stopped by a man dressed in all black, with those cliché shades that body guards usually wore in the movies.

He even had the earpiece to go with it.

But knowing the kind of person that Desmond was, I was not even surprised.

Desmond Knight was the poster boy for all the men in dark romance novels.... It was absolutely ridiculous.

"Move" I spat.

"I am sorry ma'am but straight orders form Master Desmond to not let you go anywhere alone"

I scoffed.

"I can't believe this.... Are being for real right now?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am I am sorry"

I groaned "fine then but I believe that your master did not tell you anything about taking to places" I really emphasized on the Master.

I was baffled. Who still uses the word like were we in some Victorian era type shit.

"I want you to take me to the Peterson Grand Hotel" I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked looking hesitant.

"What is your name?" I asked

"Graham ma'am"

"Ok Graham please do what I say or so help me God I will leave without you"

"Right this way them ma'am" he said and led me to the car.

My blood was boiling the entire way there... even the air conditioner was not doing much.

Once we got down form the car, I got down and marched towards Judith.

Judith," I snapped, folding my arms as I approached. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my hotel?"

She turned, her red lips curling into a smug smile. "Just checking in on you bestie or is that a crime now?"

She said those words with so much malice dripping from her words. The mask was finally down, all bets were off and I could finally see her true colors.

"Just say what you want and get out."

Judith stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with venom.

She pointed her index finger at me "You never deserved Andrew, never really saw his worth and were always complaining about something. He needs someone who appreciates him and that someone like me."

My blood boiled.

She leaned in. "We're starting a family, Kennedie. I'm carrying his child."

I laughed out loud "you really think that Andrew won't betray you?" I asked.

"He said he loves me" she said confidently.

I rolled my eyes "he told me that too but he still managed to fuck you didn't he?"

I smirked at her "you can enjoy your little love story for now Judith but know this... I will crush you"

And I meant it.

There was no need for Desmond to wait for three days.

I was going to take my revenge.