THE POSSESSIVE EX

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 – Stalking Kylie

Greyson Bradshaw

POV

No, I was not invited to the private ceremony, Michael Harding and I have been business partners for years, but we are not close even to call each other by our first times. Seeing as how intimately I knew his sister we should be, not five seconds I ago I saw her naked. f**k and I f****d that up as well. She went out running.

I found where the wedding would be and booked a room at the hotel so I could see Kylie and make sure she didn’t bring a date. Seeing her with that asshole, who I now know is gay, I still don’t feel better I want to be her date to these functions, I want to be the one to hold her hand when she’s sad, I want to be there for her in her darkest days. Not many people know Kylie the way I do. Kylie has been through so much s**t before she was even fourteen years old. I remember being the only guy who would touch her without her having a panic attack.

I walk out of the restroom to rush after Kylie to apologize, I realize what a jealous asshole I have been. The last thing I expected was running into her father. I stop dead in my tracks, but it was too late he had already seen me.

“Mr. Bradshaw” Kyle Harding greets me

I watch as Kylie’s body stiffens it is subtle, but I know Kylie’s body better than anyone does so I know. She did not expect me to meet her father here.

“Mr. Harding how are you?” I move beside Kylie, trying to give her the emotional support she needs without touching her

I take Kyle Harding’s hand and shake it.

“This is my daughter Kylie, named after her old man” Her father introduces her proudly

I smile subtly, because Kylie is what every parent should be proud of, she is strong, caring and most importantly the woman I love with all of my heart. God, I sound cheesy as hell, only Kylie would have me this way

She turns to face me; she reaches out her hand to shake my hand “Nice to meet you” she gives me a fake smile

I give her a genuine smile. “I am Grey Bradshaw. it’s an honor to meet you Miss Harding” I caress the back of her hand gently with my thumb.

She doesn’t pull away. She looks at me directly in the eyes. Her blue eyes shine so bright. I have always loved the innocence in her eyes, I see they’re gone now. If she hadn’t run away from me back, then I would have kept that innocence in her for as long as I possibly could.

She lets go she clears her throat and faces her father. I just remember his presents. I look at him and he has that look in his eyes, I know all to familiar it’s the same look my mother had when she planned my wedding to the wicked witch of the west.

My one rule that the witch has seemed to follow was that none of my business associates were allowed to know about our marriage. Our marriage isn’t very public, and she seems respect my wishes. I have a feeling when backed into a corner she might announce our marriage to the world. It’s the last thing I want though.

“Mr. Bradshaw why don’t you join us at my son’s wedding reception. You could keep my daughter company. She’s brought a friend but his otherwise preoccupied” Her father suggests

I should totally take the invitation when I eventually do get married to Kylie, I do want her father to like me.

I nod “Sure. Thank you for the invite” I thank him

He walks ahead of Kylie and me. The reception was at a restaurant downtown. So, I drove by myself. Kylie went with the wedding party. I didn’t want to complain so I drove as fast as I could so I could see her again.

My phone rings on the way to the restaurant. I stop the car and pull over on the side of the road.

I answer the call.

“Daddy.” My daughter greets

“Hey sweetheart.” I greet back

“Daddy when are you coming to get me? I miss you. Mommy says you don’t love me anymore” my daughter asks sadly

See what f****d up s**t she’s feeding my daughter?

“Oh, course I love you sweetheart. Daddy loves you more than anything in the world. You’re visiting grandma and grandpa remember. Since daddy has to work. You’ll have fun with them, okay?” I tell her

“Okay daddy. Mommy wants to speak to you.” She speaks

I roll my eyes. Of course, she does. She wants to know why I’m not seeing our daughter this weekend. She wants to know if I’m seeing anyone.

“Bye sweetheart” I tell my daughter preparing to speak to the women who has just ruined my day.

How dare she tell my daughter I don’t love her just because I’m not picking her up this weekend? I spend more time with our daughter than she does. All she does is spend my f*****g money. She hasn’t done anything other than feed my daughter with lies.

At this point I feel as though I should start recording all of my conversations with her and my daughter so when we do divorce, I get full custody of Mira. I don’t want this woman anywhere near my daughter, feeding her lies and teaching her how to be toxic. I don’t want that for my daughter. I don’t want her to be anything like her mother.

“Bye daddy, I love you…” she says

“Love you too sweetheart.” I say softly

“Where are you?” She asks right off the bat

“Somewhere…” I answer sarcastically

“Real mature Grey real mature” she says

“Don’t f*****g call me that.” I snap. She knew how much I hated it when she called me that.

Only Kylie calls me Grey. Everyone else has to call me G or Greyson. Only Kylie can ever call me Grey.

“So, you’re still not over her? It’s a pity she’s nothing but a w***e who has s*x with anything pointy.” She mocks.

I close my eyes to calm myself down. I wasn’t going to let her get to me.

“Could say the same about you, couldn’t I?” I comment

“What the hell are you talking about?” she asks

“It’s that how Mira was born? Drugging me, forcing me to marry you, don’t forget I also know about how you broke Kylie and me up. I will get you back for that. I promise you” I warn her

“You better come and get your daughter and spend the weekend with her, or I leave with her. see if you’ll still enjoy your whores if your daughter is no longer with you” she threatens me

“So, you going to kidnap my daughter? Is that what you’re saying? With what money? You know you can’t withdraw money with your bank cards.” I remind her.

I know her better than I wish I did. I set her bank cards up so that she could never go to an ATM to withdraw money. She couldn’t transfer money and she could only swipe and known stores I approve of. there is no way she would survive anyway with our daughter; she has never worked a day in her life.