The Love From Vengeance ( Ariel )
Chapter 86

86 NO, NOT NOW!

LUKE’S POV

“Bethany?” I blurted out, giving this woman a confused face. Her hands were all over my shoulders, as she massaged it with a huge smile on her face.

I couldn’t help but wonder why she would do this. But yes, my mind did tell me something. And this lady would only be fooling herself if she thought I was actually going to be her man.

No doubt about it all. She was beautiful, like really really beautiful. Sexy enough for any man to want to get his groove on her. The tattoos right on her chest, her sparkling nails, and her remarkable figure.

All were quite impressive, but I had nothing for her. Not lust, no passion, nothing at all. I didn’t even think I wanted to be friends. But I would have to, only for business‘ sake.

“What are you doing?” I slowly pulled back from her. When I turned around, I couldn’t see that man again. I wondered how he was able to disappear like that. He showed up late, but he left early. These set of humans.

“Luke, what’s the problem?” Bethany asked, innocently. She was trying to play dumb, but we needed to face reality. Just because I said I didn’t love Ariel, didn’t mean I was going to be a goddamn lover boy to random women.

“It’s nothing actually. I was just shocked with what you did,” I replied calmly, trying to hide the little disgust with her feat.

“You’re shocked with what I did?” Bethany moved closer, and I shifted

backwards. She looked at me for a moment before she asked,” Are you trying to avoid me?”

“Well, don’t put it that way. It’s just that we need to compose ourselves with each other.”

“Compose ourselves? What do you mean by that?” Her brow was raised. “What are you thinking?”

What kind of question was she asking me? It was clear she had a knowledge of what I was talking about.

“Look Bethany, you’re pretty and..”

“I’m pretty?” Her eyes widened in glee, and she budged closer to me. “Did you just say I’m pretty?”

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I looked at her for seconds, and then I slowly replied, “Yeah.”

She jumped on me immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I had no option but to hold her too. I could feel her butt on my hands, and she had to rock it slowly. What the hell was she trying to do?

“The party isn’t over, why did you leave?” Bethany aksed softly, moving her hand around my face.

“Can I let go of you now?”

“You really want to let go of me?” Bethany smirked. Yes, I could see the lust in her eyes. “Don’t you want this beauty right beside you?” Her voice was soft, seductive, and bewitching.

Her lips drew closer to mine, had me lost in the moment. And as she closed her eyes to press her lips against mine, my senses came back. My eyes widened, and I quickly let go of her, causing her to land hard on the ground.

“Ouuu!” She screamed in pain. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” I told Bethany, and stretched my hand over to her. “Let me help you get up.”

Bethany took my hands, and instead of getting to her feet, she dragged me to her, and I landed on top of her body. Her hands got wrapped around my waist, and seeing this, I quickly rose to my feet, breaking her grip. Bethany stood up as well.

“You need to stop.” My tone was cold to a certain degree. I was getting tired of her actions each second.

“Stop what?” Bethany asked, like she had no idea what I was talking about. I could see that she was really fond of that.

I let out a deep sigh. “You know what? I’m leaving.”

“You’re leaving? But the party isn’t over yet.” Bethany gestured towards the building.

“Then go inside,” I said inaudibly, holding both of her shoulders.

After letting go of her, I made my way to my car, got in, and drove off.

I arrived home, getting out of my car, and looking fixedly at my mansion. Yes, my new dwelling place. Since that terror took place, this was where I had decided to move in.

A location not known by all, getting the new workers, hoping for the peace. No horrendous episode on my wishlist, and to hell to whoever was trying to get me down.

BANO NOT NOW!

After blowing the horn of the car, the gates were opened, and I drove inside. This time, my mansion was built with diamond gates, exceedingly strong, and it was going to be tough for someone to get in. You could call it the great wall of Luke Reynold.

“Good evening sir,” Marcus greeted me the moment I stepped out of my car. He was my gateman. I was a little bit older than him, having no idea of his character, crazy things he did, or not. But all I knew was that he was doing a perfect job. That was why he was getting tipped every single day.

“Evening Marcus, how’s it going around here?” I aksed, looking around.

“It’s been great, as usual,” he replied.

“That’s a good thing then.” I nodded. “So what about Ariel, has she arrived home yet?”

“No, she hasn’t,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Oh I see,” I said inaudibly, with my eyes fixed downward. “Okay then, keep up

the good work.” I patted Marcus‘ shoulder, and started walking away.

“Sir, hold on!” He said loudly, and I had to halt, slowly turning around. ”

Someone came to see you.”

“Someone came to see me?” I repeated the question, with a little bit of confused expression.

Marcus nodded. “And she’s in the house.”

“I thought I told you not to let anyone in, without seeking my permission first!” I castigated him.

“I know sir. The moment I opened the gate, she just rushed in. And I tried chasing her out, but she was too stubborn. She claimed to be

your aunt.‘

“Hold on a minute, she claimed to be my aunt,” I spoke slowly.

Marcus nodded and continued, “She was really stubborn sir. And I couldn’t drag her out. I have a respect for women.”

I exhaled deeply, trying my best not to lose it. And I thought this guy was good for the job. If he couldn’t control a single woman, how was he going to be able to handle a bunch of criminals?

And I think I know who came to this house. Stubborn, possessing an irritating demeanor. Of course, it was that good–for–nothing aunt if mine. I definitely was not mistaking in this one.

I set my eyes back on Marcus. “Don’t let this repeat itself. Do you hear me?”

“Yes sir.” He nodded promptly.

Just as I was about to make my way in the house, we heard a knock on the gate.

“Who could that be?” I asked, looking at the gate.

Marcus shrugged. “It could be Mrs. Reynold. Let me go check it out.”

“No.” I lowered my hand in front of him. “I’ll go.”

I treaded to the gate, and partly opened it. It was a woman I had never seen before. She should be in her late fifties, or something.

“Do I know you?” I aksed lowly, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Elizabeth,” she said. “Please, is this the house of Luke and Ariel Reynold?”