~MORGANA
A huge wave of satisfaction rolled through me as I watched Lydia storm away.
And a smirk played on my lips when Joey cursed and rushed after her. I tried to imagine what he would say to her if he eventually managed to catch up to her.
He would try to explain, of course. He would try to tell her that what she saw wasn't what she thought it was.
And she, automatically, would not believe him. They would get into a row where he would most probably get slapped.
And she would walk away, too angry to stay or come back into the house with him. And he would try to run after her, but would eventually give up when she refuses to look at him.
The scenario played so perfectly in my head and it made me smile.
They were such perfect fools. I couldn't believe that was all it would take to unravel the seemingly perfect couple.
If I had known, I probably would have done it earlier. Way earlier.
With a satisfied sigh, I made my way back into the house. My luggage found a home in one of the guests rooms, and I changed out of my clothes.
I needed a shower. A long, warm shower. But before that, I needed music. Something to celebrate my perfect uproot of that spoilt bitch.
I hummed as I thumbed through my playlist. My songs were a mix of the oldies and the most recent pop songs, and I decided to play one of my old, old favourites.
My phone got connected to the house in built speakers, and I raised the volume to the highest volume.
Camilla Cabello's perfect voice filled the house as Work from home started to play, and my lips split into a wide smile.
I loved this. I loved wrecking people's home and making them unhappy. I loved taking what I wanted without giving a shit about other people, but most importantly, I loved feeling good while ruining other people's life.
People might see me as a bad person, but that was just an issue of perspective, really. I mean, I was born into a shitty family, and I had nothing.
I had to fight tooth and nails to get to where I was today, and to me? I think that was pretty much the most impressive part of my life.
The warm water soothed my body and I relaxed completely in the tub. Work from home was on repeat, and my heart beat pounded in sync with the beat booming from the walls.
This would probably count as one of the perfect moments of my life.
Pure. Bliss.
I was almost at the risk of dozing off in the very comfortable bathtub when the song suddenly stopped.
Jarred out of my comfortable state, I frowned. Who the fuck was that?
I was about to stand up and step out of the tub when the door to the guest restroom I was in was thrown open, and Joey stepped in.
His jaw was clenched, and I think he was at the danger of losing his teeth. Veins threatened to pop out of his head as he glared at me, and the sight was so funny that it made me laugh.
"Get out!" he growled at me, his voice cold and hard with an edge.
I cocked my head to the side as I slid deeper into the bath.
"Of the tub? But I'm not done with my bath yet," I said, making sure my voice was whiny.
His hands clenched into fists.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Morgana. Get out of my sight and out of my life. For fucking ever," he yelled, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"And here I thought you wouldn't mind getting into the tub with me. You know, wash off that negative energy you have wrapped all around you," I said calmly.
He took a step closer to me, and I got a good look at his face again.
Damn. He was hot.
A shiver ran through my body at how my body immediately responded, and I had an impulsive thought.
Without stopping to think about what I was about to do, I stood up. The water slid down my body in a slow, seductive motion, and I felt sexy.
Hell, I was sexy.
I raised my eyebrows at Joey.
"Come to me, Joey," I whispered. His gaze didn't waver from my face. He didn't even act like I was standing before him, stark naked.
It was as though my body didn't affect him at all.
And if there was one thing I loved, it was challenges.
Right now, Joey wanted to pretend that there wasn't a sexy, smoking, hot and attractive women standing before him.
He was standing as still as a stone, and I badly wanted him to react.
So I took a step forward, and slid my hands up my stomach very slowly.
"Your wife is gone. It's just you and me here, baby. No matter how much you try to fight it, it will always be you and I. Me and you. No Lydia. Always. Forever," I whispered, stepping closer to him.
My hands were still making their accent from my stomach and now I could feel the mould of my breasts right beneath my hands.
"Look at me," I whispered as I grabbed my breasts.
"You know you want to. There's no Lydia here to make you change your mind. She left. Again. Like she did three years ago. And I am the one left standing before you. With you. Again. Just like I was back then."
His throat bobbed.
I smiled.
I fondled my breasts harder.
"Look at me, Joey.
His hands curled into fists.
"Don't fight the urge." My voice had turned into a sultry rasp.
He kept staring at my face, but I knew I was about to win. Very slowly, Joey leaned down until he was at my height.
Then he whispered into my ears.
"Go. To. Hell."
He turned and walked away as shock slammed into me. But the shock immediately gave way to something else.
A savage grin split across my lips.
The game had just begun.