What He Wants (Second Chances #1.5)(2)

Thankfully, no one was around to see me creep around the back of my house like a psycho stalker. I reached around to the inside of the gate and unlocked it, letting it open slowly before latching it back together once I got inside. The water in the swimming pool was calm, but there was nothing calm about the storm brewing inside of me.

My hands shook and I could barely breathe, but I knew I had to keep going even if it felt like I was going to hyperventilate in the ninety degree heat. Summers in North Carolina were definitely not mild; most of the time they were scorching with the humidity being off the charts. Nonetheless, it was my home and where I belonged.

Carefully, I tiptoed across the back deck and quickly peered into the glass; Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Putting my key in the lock, I took a deep breath and gently turned it, opening the door wide. Maybe he wasn’t there … maybe it was all just my paranoia.

However, the second I stepped inside I wished I could turn back around and block out the noises that echoed throughout the house. What the f*ck? The sound of bodies slapping together, along with the moans and grunts of two people f*cking in my bed, was enough to make me sick … completely and utterly livid to the point all I could see was red.

I was frozen in place, disgusted and in shock. I wanted to believe that Daniel wouldn’t cheat on me, but deep down I’d always known he couldn’t be happy with just me. Hell, I wasn’t exactly happy with him, but I would never have cheated. I loved him and would’ve worked to salvage what we had, if only he’d wanted to put in the effort. It was clear he didn’t want it to work.

It was too late.

I definitely didn’t want to work things out now … I wanted to tear off his balls and shove them down his goddamned throat. Not to mention rip all of the bleach-blonde hair off of my neighbor’s head as I dragged her out the front door of my house.

“Oh, Daniel … harder,” she begged as I moved closer to the door. I was right, it was my whore of a neighbor.

Clenching my teeth together, I was about to bust down the door and rip them apart when another idea sprung to mind. Turning on my heel, I choked back the tears and headed straight to the front door. Quietly, I opened it and stalked around the side of the house to where the nicely coiled water hose sat. My neighbor’s husband pulled up and waved at me as I unrolled the hose and turned on the water. Biting my tongue, I waved back and stormed to the front door with the hose in hand.

Mark watched me with a curious eye and my heart hurt knowing he was about to find out about his wife’s treachery. He was a good looking man, maybe a little feminine at times with his pink and purple polo shirts and boat shoes, but he was cute in a boyish way. His medium brown hair was always perfect—combed over and gelled—along with his clean shaven face that never had a hint of stubble. Not the type of man who took charge, especially in the bedroom … or at least from what I could tell. He wasn’t like Daniel. Maybe that was why his wife wanted someone who knew how to dominate.

Oh, f*ck her and Daniel both. They could kiss my ass.

I hated that Mark was about to find out this way, but it was better he found out now rather than later. At least he didn’t have to hear them f*cking in my house. I was going to burn my bed … my sheets, everything that Daniel had touched. Basically I needed to burn down the f*cking house. Better yet, I should invite the whole neighborhood over for a bonfire. It was going to be the largest one anyone had ever seen.

Sneaking into the house, I pulled the hose along behind me and prayed that it reached as far as my bedroom. Under normal circumstances, what I was about to do would be funny as hell, but there was no humor in what I was about to see. My anger fueled me, it blocked out the pain ... for the time being.

Please, God, don’t let me feel the heartache anymore. I was tired of it.

When I got to the door, their sickening moans were all I could hear. I hated them with every fiber of my being. Taking a deep breath, I bent my knees and on the count of three I was going to put every ounce of strength I had in my legs to kick down the door.

One … two … three!

The moment my foot connected with the door, it flew open and slammed into the wall. My foot kicked a hole in the door, and another in the wall upon impact. I had enough time to see my whore of a neighbor on her knees, her ass in the air as Daniel f*cked her from behind, before their wide-eyed expressions glanced at me in horror.

I had the nozzle turned in the hardest spray it could deliver and aimed it straight at Daniel’s face. “What the f*ck,” he shouted as he fell over on the bed. He screamed at me to stop while Angela squealed and tried to get off the bed in search for her clothes.

“I don’t think so, bitch,” I shouted, pointing the nozzle at her, spraying her in the face. She fell on to the floor, shielding her face with her hands.

Daniel had righted himself and started to jump off the bed, but I rushed inside and aimed the water back at him, bending down to grab his and Angela’s clothes off the floor. I wasn’t going to let them have them. Now that the water was directed at Daniel, Angela crawled toward the bedroom door. However, before she could run away, I dropped the hose and grabbed her by her stringy, blonde hair, and dragged her to the front door, completely naked.

“Melissa, I’m so sorry,” she cried, reaching up to grab my hands. “It was an accident.”

“Don’t you f*cking touch me,” I snapped.

I pulled her hair as hard as I could, and felt it ripping in my hands. I was so angry I wanted to rip every single strand out, but when I got the door, I opened it up and pushed her out, her hair in my hands.