Chapter 14 The Ugly Side of Jealousi
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[Stella’s POV]
“Maybe I was a little out of line.. If I asked you out on another date, would you give me a chance to make it up to you?” He asked, as I turned around. I stared at him for some time. His eyes seemed to be holding some regret.
“I’ll need some time to think about it..” I replied.
“Okay, I understand.. But I have some work I need to finish. I’m not going to be home before the day after tomorrow..” Armaros spoke with a small sigh, as he walked out of the room. I might have been hard on him, but though I liked him, I couldn’t accept his need to kill every man who would dare to lay their eyes on me. It just wasn’t acceptable. Werewolves might be possessive, but Armaros' possessiveness was way out of that league.
[..]
As Armaros walked into the house, it was late at night when he had just arrived back.
He hadn’t expected to come back home before the day after, but the thing he needed to deal with didn’t take as long as he had expected, so he was just satisfied with being back and just wanted to see Stella.
Maybe she was ready to give him an answer?
But as he was on his way down the hall, he saw Stella sprint out of his office, and up the stairs, making him stop for a moment as he wondered what she was doing in there.
But when the door suddenly opened once again, he saw Baal snak out of there as well, while looking pretty suspicious.
He had no idea what was going on, so he decided to confront her about it. He headed up the stairs and went straight for the door. Stella looked at him surprised as he stepped into the room.
“You’re here? I thought you weren’t coming back before tomorrow?” She asked him, bewildered.
“Change of plans.. What have you been up to?” Armaros asked, as he walked closer to her.
“On my way to take a bath, before I went to bed.” Stella spoke, a little flustered by his sudden closeness.“And what about earlier..?” He asked, as he grabbed onto her chin.
“N-nothing particular.. Just reading and stuff.” She retorted in a low voice.
“So you haven’t been leaving this room, today?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, as she shook her head.
“N-no.” She replied nervously.
“Why are you fücking lying to me right now, Stella!” He growled, which shook Stella to the core.
Armaros was sure Baal had done something to her, and he needed to know what.
“Take off your clothes!” He then demanded, making Stella freeze.
“W-what? No!” She shrieked as she clinched the bathrobe she had around her.
“I gave you an order!” He yelled, as he grabbed a hold on it, but she fought against him.
“Please stop it, Armaros! Why are you acting like this?” Stella yelled at him, as he pinned her against the wall.
“Because you are screwing around with Baal!” He roared, as Stella’s eyes widened.
“Is that what you think is going on? You got it all wrong!” Stella fired back.
“Why the hell are you two sneaking around, then? I saw both of you leave my office just a while ago!” He snapped.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, because she was reminded that if she told him, Baal would be furious.
But her silence was only pïssing Armaros off more, and letting him make up his own assumptions.
“So you can’t even come up with a suitable explanation!” He hollered, as he slammed his fist through the wall, making her flinch.
“She didn’t tell you, ‘cause I ordered her not to, so if you are going to be angry at someone, then it should be me!” Baal called out, as he suddenly was standing in the door.
“So you admit it? You two have been screwing around behind my back!” Armaros yelled, as Baal rolled his eyes.
“Not that, you i***t! She caught me red-handed, okay!” he admitted, which earned a frown from Armaros.
“Care to explain?” Armaros snapped, as Baal sighed, and pulled his hand through his hair, as he began to explain what had happened..
[Stella’s POV - Flashback]
I was heading down the stairs to get something to drink, as I heard noises coming from Armaros' office.
I knitted my eyebrows, as I knew it wasn’t Armaros. He had told me he wouldn’t be back before tomorrow morning, so I knew it had to be someone else in there, so for some reason, I just had to see for myself what was going on.
I carefully opened the door, as the light was turned on, and I saw Baal taking out money from Armaros’ safe deposit, which stunned me, that he would do something like that.
I knew how much Armaros trusted him, so I couldn’t believe my own eyes.
“Are you stealing Armaros’ money?” I asked in disbelief, as Baal turned around in surprise as I startled him.
“Damn it, Stella, why are you sneaking around so late at night?” He growled.
“.. And I’m not stealing, I’m just borrowing a little, I’m going to return it.” He added, as he put them in his pockets.
“I’m not sneaking around, I just needed something to drink, and it’s the same as stealing when you haven’t asked for permission to do so,” I responded as I crossed my arms.
“Well.. I see it as a temporary loan!” Baal retorted.
“It’s still wrong, why don’t you just talk to him about it, instead of taking his money, I’m sure he would understand..” I argued, as he turned toward me, and the glare he sent me made me take a step back.
“What are you going to do about it? Tell him? Then maybe I should tell him how you are sneaking around at this time of the night too, and probably planning to run off.. Again! And then let’s see who he believes.” Baal threatened, as he pricked his finger against my shoulder.
I might have wanted to believe that Armaros liked me and would trust me enough to know I wouldn’t try to run again, but I wasn’t convinced if he would trust me over one of his most loyal men, or at least that was what he believed him to be.
“You wouldn’t..” I spoke in disbelief, as he leaned closer.
“Wanna challenge fate?” He asked, as I swallowed a lump.
“If you know what is good for you, you keep your mouth shut about this – got it!” He snapped, making me nod my head vigorously.
“Good! Now go back to bed!” He ordered, as I turned around on my heel and almost ran from there.
[End of Flashback]
[..]
“Why the hell were you even stealing from me in the first place?” Armaros growled in disbelief.
“I have some money issues with some men from this club down town called El Diablo. I lost a lot of money and I had to pay it back like – ASAP, and I didn’t have enough, so I thought, if I just borrowed them from you, I could return them when I had them,” he explained.
“You could have fücking told me instead of lying, you shïthead!” He growled.
“Instead, I believed you were secretly banging her behind my back!” He added, as he pointed at Stella.
“I might be a liar and a thief, but I wouldn’t do that – I don’t have a death wish!” Baal snapped.
“..but I apologize for threatening you, Stella, I was just really stressed out.” Baal spoke as he seemed sincere, as he looked at Stella.
“It’s okay.” Stella replied, as she was still keeping a firm hold on herself, as she wasn’t completely sure how she felt.
“I’m happy to know that.” Armaros stated as he proceeded to punch Baal in the face as he fell to the ground.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Baal whined, as Armaros walked towards him.
“That one was for threatening Stella and lying to me, fückface!” He explained before he helped him back on his feet.
“But I forgive you, 'cause you at least were honest and told me the truth.. But now you need to leave because I think it’s my turn to apologize.” Armaros added, before he turned to Stella, as he heard the door close behind him.
“Stella.. I’m sorry I yelled at you and accused you of doing that. I.. I wasn’t thinking straight and.. I was just angry and hurt..” He began, as he walked over and pulled her close to him.
“You tried to force me off my clothes. Who does that?” Stella asked in a low voice, as she turned her face away from him.
“I wasn’t trying to do anything to you, I just wanted to see if he had touched you.”
“You don’t have the right to do that! I’m not a thing, Armaros!” Stella snapped, as she pushed him.
“I know! I was wrong, okay. I promise never to do it again.” He begged as he kissed her cheek.
“Yeah, right! Until next time, you think I’m screwing one of your men, right!?” Stella snarled, as she once again pulled away from him.
“Stella, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it’s scaring the living hell out of me. I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me, but every time I see another man close to you, I just get so angry and jealous, it’s killing me.” He spoke.
“For Moon Goddess sake Armaros, I hadn’t even kissed another boy or man, when I first met you, and then you believe I'll turn in to some slut the next minute!” She snapped. As he looked regretful.
“Well.. I only have demon girls to compare with, and most of them are..” He trailed off, as he shrugged lightly.
“Thank you, Armaros, now I feel so much better!” Stella snarled, as she turned to go.
But Armaros quickly grasped a hold on her.
“I mean it Stella, I am truly sorry about it. I promise to do better.” He spoke, pulling her back.
“I get it okay, you’re trying to change, but this oversized ego of yours has to stop! I don't feel like I can trust you when you’re acting like this.” Stella spoke.
“I know, I know, just give me a chance to prove that I can be more than just this, please.” He spoke as he pulled her closer.
“I wish it was that easy, but it’s not - okay!” As her eyes were tearing up and with that, she walked in to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Armaros stood back and looked at the closed door with a sigh. He knew he screwed up, but he didn’t intend to give up that easily.
[Stella's POV]
I walked out of the bathroom, after having taken a bath. Armaros was not anywhere to be seen, but as I stepped to the bed I saw a rose laying on it, with a little note; ‘I’m truly sorry’ on it.
Though I was still mad at Armaros, I couldn’t help but smile a bit. He might have been wrong, but he also defended me.
I felt my heart was pounding a little faster. I then realized that I wasn’t just falling for him anymore.. I had already hit the ground hard and fast.
I had actually fallen in love with this obsessive, self-entered, but insanely good-looking jerk! I shook my head as I put the rose on the table, trying to push the thought away.
“What in goddess’ name is wrong with me?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t even talk shít about him without thinking of his good looks or his amazing smile, or.. Great! Talk about Stockholm syndrome on steroids.
This was so wrong, but even if these feelings were scaring me to death, I couldn’t help but feel like that there might just were a little more to him then what was meeting the eye..
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