Come Back to Me novel Chapter 60

Hey there...champ, how the hell are ya?" I smiled awkwardly as Sinister stared at Anton and I with such an intense rage, I was kind of turned on.

No, Calla. Bad Calla. He is the enemy right now.

"Don't call me 'champ'." He fumed, his eyes bled anger.

"Oh, okay. Sport? Pal? Throw me a line here, because I'm quite confused."

"The fuck do you think you're doing, Calla?!" He hissed at me, though I couldn't help but notice his arm was still around Hayden's waist. That little whore just stood there, looking completely and utterly disgusted with me.

I turned my attention to her, "Hey Susan, how's your night going?"

She scoffed, "I know you know my real name."

I bit down on my lip, "I don't recall giving a fuck about what your name is. All I care to know is why you're pawing at my husband like the bitch you are."

Her mouth widened at my words and Sinister stared daggers at me.

"Woof!" I barked.

"Calla what the fuck is wrong with you?" He hissed.

"Ohhhh, I don't knoww, maybe it's because I'm your wife, you know? And you brought me here, and all you seem to be capable of doing is groping Nanny McPhee over here."

Sinisters fists clenched by his side, "Why the fuck were you dancing with him? Huh? Do you really get jealous that easily? Are you that desperate for attention?"

Ouch.

"He's talked to me more than you have tonight." I frowned.

"Are you really that needy?" He fumed, his icy eyes monstrous.

I backed up, Anton pressed his hand onto my shoulder protectively. I felt like crying, this fucking hurt.

"Mr. Velkov, as a guest in my home, I suggest you calm down a little so we can handle this like gentlemen, and stop yelling at Calla." Anton said from behind me.

This only made Sinister more furious as he took a step towards us.

"Do you really think I give a fuck about being a gentlemen right now? You just had your hands all over my fucking wife!" He barked out, people around us started to look.

"And you just had your hands all over Bethany!" I shouted back at him, "How does that make you any less in the wrong? Huh? It DOESN'T!!"

"My name is Hayden!" She yelled at me.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" I screamed, my body heaved as I tried not to collapse on the ground from anger and humiliation.

Sinister dropped his hands away from Hayden as he reached out to grab me.

"Come on, Calla. We're going home."

I pulled away from him, "No! I don't want to." I felt like crying.

I watched as Sebastian made his way over to us, Sabrina was hot on his heels, his eyes were wide as he watched us yell at each other.

"What's going on? Sinister you cannot make a scene, especially not here." He whispered harshly to Sin.

"We're leaving." Sinister growled as he reached out to grab me again.

I pulled away, drawing my attention to Sebastian.

"Seb, I'm not going with him. Not tonight." My eyes were wide.

Sebastian stared at me for awhile, we were all silent. My body was shaking and I felt like grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.

"She can stay here tonight." Anton offered, he looked at Sebastian, "You may stay here as well if you'd like, to keep an eye on her for Mr. Velkov."

"I do not need a babysitter." I frowned. Even though it was true, I definitely needed a babysitter.

Sinister, still furious, turned to Seb, "keep your eye on her. I need to leave before I murder this fucking bastard." He spat at Anton, running his hands angrily through his hair.

People around us were still staring and I felt like crying, he did the exact same thing to me, what gives him the right? How is he able to justify his actions with pure rage?