Ana's Daddy

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I ran out of Ana's new place, feeling like murdering that asshole. How can he treat a girl who's so sweet and kind in such a manner? That is beyond me. I will f*****g beat his ass until there is nothing left to beat. I am no damn angel, but hell if I would treat a woman like that. I am just as much of a fuckboy as Ryan, but I don't go around and announce it, and I am upfront with the women about what I want, meaning no relationship, just casual connections. I don't go around saying I am madly in love with a woman who doesn't see me as I see her. I am a man, not a silly boy.

I'm standing outside the apartment building where Ryan lives. Leaning on my car, I looked up towards his windows. From what I can see, it's dark; there are no lamps or lights on at all inside his place. I light a cigarette and keep ogling at his windows for what it feels like hours. I have no perception of how much time has passed. I have been sitting on the car's hood for a long time, and my pack of cigarettes is empty. On the ground, there is a pile of ash from my cigarettes. My car is parked in the dark shadows between the streetlights about one hundred yards from the entrance of the building. I want to see the asshole when he gets home; I am sure he is out somewhere.

I look at my phone and see 15 missed calls from Mike and ten from Alex and Ethan each. It makes me sneer. I do not intend to answer them; they would know where I am if they had any sense. It was a bunch of texts, too, but nothing from Ana; she's the only one I would answer. Thinking about Ana makes me smile and happy; no woman is sweeter. I wish she were mine. She is now pregnant by the asshole; I don't mind the baby. I love children and have always wanted a big family. It is not right what Ryan did to her. I know she always wanted a large family, just like me. It's a shame she can't see how perfect we would be together.

A red Mercedes stops under one of the streetlights near the entrance to the pathway leading to the building. Ryan steps out from the driver's side of the car and goes to the passage door; he opens the door and out steps Elizabeth. Ryan holds out his hand, and she takes it, and he kisses her forehead.

I know things that many think I don't know. I am observant; I look up things and check up on people. I pretend I don't want to know but always register all I hear and check if they are true. I never believe gossip or take words as the truth. I am thorough in my research of the facts. My family has told me I should be an agent because I am meticulous and secretive. I am not an open book, nor will I ever want to be with anyone, maybe with the love of my life. It doesn't look like love is in the cards for me.

Elizabeth is an upper-class b***h, and spending a night in a tacky apartment isn't her thing; sure, Ryan has a nice place, but not as her husband. When they married a few years ago, he bought her a house for a few million dollars. I didn't care to know how much, but her husband was wealthy. I don't think Ryan cares to know anything about it; he only wants a connection to money and power but also getting a good f**k. I would say he is shameless in the pursuit of money and power.

They walk into the building; it makes me smile wide. I had put cameras in every room of his apartment when I helped Ana move out; I thought it could be handy. I jump off the car's hood and open the passenger side door to get my laptop. I decide to sit in the car and watch the show that is about to unfold at Ryan's place. They enter the door and make out before getting off their coats. Elizabeth takes a step back and says at the same time as her stomach growls, "Babe, we should get some dinner." I see and hear it all through the camera throughout the apartment. Ryan kisses her demandingly and exclaims,

"I love to have you for dinner."

"I'll give you all the dirty fun your heart desires after I get something to eat. Come on, babe, I know you need something to eat too; what do you think about having some Chinese?"

"Hmm, I guess we could have dinner so we can go at it all night. I need to worship your hot body."

I start to laugh at the disgusting show. "Hell no, she is not hot. Stupid boy! Leaving a sexy young woman with a tight-fit body for an old hag. So stupid!"

"Who's stupid?" Alex roars.

Fucking hell, the silent musketeers had entered my car; Alex, Mike, and Ethan. They are all ginning since they managed to sneak up on me and be sited before I noticed them.

Mike's booming voice entered my ears, "Come on, then let us all see what your dirty cams can tell us."

I looked at the guys and asked them, "Would you like me to play with them."

Ethan looks confused. He is the kindest of us all and, most of the time, like an innocent girl. With a confused face and hesitant voice, he said, "What did you have in mind now?"

I don't reply; I pick up my phone and dial the number I have memorized. I knew one day I would need it. I wait for someone to answer, and while I am doing that. I put it on speaker and instructed the guys to keep their mouths shut no matter what I was going to say. They nod, and the excitement is written all over their faces.

"Mayo Clinic Jane speaking."

"Hey, my name is Elijah Mitchell, and I need to speak with Gregory Richardson, chief of surgery, in a private matter."

"Hang on, and I will see if Dr. Richardson can take your call."

I only wait for a minute or so before a dark, tired voice says,

"Gregory Richardson, chief of surgery."

"Hello, it's Elijah Mitchell. I wanted to bluntly let you know that I think your wife is having an affair with a student."

"Who is this, and why should I believe you?"

"Well, I am friends with the man she has been going out with a lot lately."

"You must be mistaken! Give me the name of the young man."

I tell him Ryan's name and address, and then he hangs up with a slam.

Mike is laughing and finally gets enough air and bawl, "You are f*****g insane."

Ethan and Alex giggle like girls and still can't believe what I did. Looking at me, Mike says, "How did you know she is married?"

"Knowledge is gold; didn't you know that."

Ethan was about to say something but got silenced by what was on the laptop screen; they were having freaky s*x on the table, and her f*****g phone went off. God damn, her phone is ringing with vengeance, and it won't stop. She answers, "Hey, honey, what's up? Is anything wrong?" She is struggling to sound normal; Ryan doesn't stop. He keeps banging her on the table as she talks to her furious husband, who's blaming her for being unfaithful. We can hardly see the screen; we all are laughing so hard.

"No, babe, I would never cheat on you. You know I love you. You are my everything. I will show you tonight when you get home."

*end of call*

"Ryan f**k me like my husband never could, hard and rough."

"When your husband fills you up, you still feel me in you."

We are watching as Lizzy and Ryan walk on wobbly feet to the bedroom, and as soon as they get to bed, they fall asleep.