Trouble Stirring

Brad's POV (EX fiancé)

"Look at the bright side, at least we won't have to pretend we aren't together anymore" Lexi says sliding her hand over my thigh slowly before I grabbed her wrist.

"Who the fuck said we were together in the first place?!" I snapped back before throwing her hand off my lap.

I continued to pace the room as I kept calling and texting my fiancé to see where she was.

"Brad! You told me if she found out about us, you'd be happy with marrying me instead!" The annoying high pitched voice whined as I rolled my eyes.

"Any man would say whatever came to mind when they're balls deep in easy pussy" I retort back before deciding to call my future in laws.

"This is the Rose residence, how may I help you?" A female employee answers on the other end.

"Can you tell Mister and Misses Rose that their future son in law is calling?" I ask trying to sound genuine as whispering on the other side of the call was heard.

"Sorry, but both Mr. and Mrs.Rose has confirmed that they no longer have a future son in law and wants me to relay the message of do not call here anymore if you still want to be alive" The woman replies with a snicker before hanging up.

"Brad! Where are you going?! We didn't even get to finish what-" before Lexi could continue her whining, I grabbed her throat tightly making her silent.

"Does it look like I want to do anything with you anymore?! Now that my fiancé has caught us, I want you out of this fucking country for good. I'll wire you the money to get everything you need but you will never be with me again!" I snapped as she gulps nervously trying to get me to pull away.

Finally letting her breath, I went back to putting all my clothes in my suitcase so I could go find where my damn fiancé has gone to.

"Do you really think she's going to take you back after this? I wonder how angry she's really going to be when she finds out you've been sleeping behind her back way before I even came around. Does she even know about all those women you've slept with all around the world, leaving them with nothing more than your bastard child?" Lexi pesters while hitting my back before my rage consumed me.

Turning around to the half naked and beaten woman, I shoved her away from me before slapping her as she let out a gasp. Before she could continue her annoying yelling, I stuffed my tie into her mouth before giving her another black eye. She didn't even have the energy to fight me back as I let my anger out on her right next to the bed we've been having an affair on for the past 2 years.

"I'll send someone to clean you up and have your stuff ready to take you to the airport. Maybe I'll send you to a place where I left a woman with my twin children. Then maybe you'll like to take care of my so called bastard children with that whore" I explain after wiping my sweaty forehead before noticing all the blood on my knuckles.

"Looks like another dumb whore has had the privilege of meeting my angry side. What dumb whore" I scoff at myself while wrapping up my bloody knuckles.

I continued to pack my stuff before covering the messy scene of my half naked nurse laying in her own blood.

As soon as I was outside of the hotel, I was bombarded with paparazzi and people pushing their phones in my face. To say I was pissed off was the least, but if I was going to let these bastards expose my rage to the world, they had a whole another thing coming.

"Get these fucking cameras out of my clients face!"

A familiar voice shouts as I spot my publicist and my PR agent waiting for me beside of a large dark tinted windows SUV.

"What the fuck happened today Brad?! You couldn't keep your fucking dick in your pants?! Now everyone's blasting my phone taking away all their contracts of being involved with you, not only that but your own boss fired you as well?! What the hell is going through your mind right now?!" My PR agents shouts as soon as we got into the private SUV.

"I need to see my fiancé, driver take us to my house!" I order the man behind the wheel as he nods.

"Are you shitting me right now?! She's the reason why your ass is getting blasted all over the world on tv right now! That crazy bitch-" before he could finish bad mouthing my woman, I grabbed him by his collar.

"Call her something again and you'll be thrown face first out of this moving vehicle, you got that dipshit?" I snarl out as he quickly nods with fear in his eyes.

I know it was my fiancé that was the main source of what was going on every social media platform out now about my infidelity, but that was no reason for me to lash out at her. I may have been cheating on her and been with multiple women since the beginning of our relationship, but it didn't mean I didn't love her any less.

She was still the only woman I'd show off to the world as my future wife, and she will always be the only woman I'd do anything for. Of course I had needs as any ordinary male in the world did, but she was much more than just a lay to me. We lost our virginity to each other and she had always been the only woman that I didn't have to beat to understand my needs.

She was my other half, ever since the first time we met at school. She never saw me as a rich boy that had anger issues like everyone else did, she was kind and was there for me through everything that I've been suffering with since we were teens. I'd be stupid if I was going to let her get away from me now. She was mine, and I wasn't going to let some nurse whore get in the way of that.

"Jezzabelle! Baby, where are you?!" I shout as soon as the SUV pulled up in front of my front door.

Rushing inside our home, I hurriedly checked every single room to see if she was here only to find an empty home. She couldn't have left me so quickly if all her clothes and accessories were still here. Taking my phone out, I call her constantly over and over again. I even try to find her phone location just to see she turned it off and blocked my number by the way my calls were going straight to voicemail.

"Yes, what can I do for you Mister Mitchell?" The voice of one my fiancés assistant that I've slept with before, picked up on the first ring of my call.

"Do you have the location to my fiancés phone?" I ask quickly ignoring her flirtatious tone.

"Fiancé? I thought with the way you're being bashed all over social media, you two were done for?" She asks with a snicker as I roll my eyes.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but we're just having a little argument. Now tell me where her location is on her phone!" I snapped as I hear her let out a dramatic sigh.

"I don't know Mister Mitchell, you haven't been answering my calls lately and by the videos of you and your so called fiancé everywhere on the tv, it seems as if you've been ignoring me for the little tramp that used to live with you. So why don't you call her for your fiancés location asshole?!" She retorts back before hanging up the phone.

Growing irritated, I called every person I knew that could track her cellphone only to be denied after they heard and saw what I had done on tv.

"Brad?!" A loud voice shouts from the front door of my house, as I rolled my eyes after realizing who it was.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you not watch tv or something? Our family name is being hated on throughout the whole country just because your dumb ass didn't know how to keep your secrets away from your future wife!" My father spat out, walking up to me in my living room as I ignored him while continuing to call my fiancé.

"You're still trying to call that woman?! She's the one who got us into all this mess! Look son, I may have liked her for accepting you and her money status being the same as ours, but to disrespect you while everyone is watching and filming was a completely bad move on her end. If she had problems with you, she should've dealt with it in private. So what if you cheated?! Your mother was way more accepting than she was when she caught me and your nanny on your first birthday!"

He continues as I groaned at his constant reminders of him sleeping around with more than half of the women in the country since I was born.

"The only reason why mom was more accepting was because she didn't want me to grow up without a father" I retort back with a scoff.

"That's exactly why I told your dumbass to get your girl pregnant right after you got out of high school. But no! You just had to go leave your little demon seeds around the world with other whores. I told you to always wrap that shit up when your with other women who you aren't going to marry to save face. Now your woman is never going to take your ass back because she has nothing to keep herself with you" He snaps with a huff before patting my back.

"Jezzabelle was the best thing that you've ever had, so I don't know what you're going to do now with your reputation ruined but you'd better beg her to take you back no matter the cost" He comments before walking out of my house with a sigh.

Just as the front door of my house slammed shut, my phone rang making me pick up not looking to see who it was.

"Jezzabelle?!" I gasp out in curiosity.

"Oh god no! You're still wallowing over her Brad?" A voice that didn't belong to my fiancé laughs over the other end as my brows furrowed.

"Looks like your actions have finally resulted in your much needed consequences" She laughs as I groan at her annoying voice.

"Unless you actually have a way to help me with my fiancé, I suggest you stop calling my damn phone Angela!" I snap back as she stops laughing.

"I wouldn't be the one yelling if I was the one to hold the key to your reputation being saved" She remarks with a sinister laugh.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I demand not fully understanding what she was getting at.

"What I'm trying to say is, you're not the only one in your precious relationship that's been seeking sexual needs from the outside Mister Mitchell" She snorts as my fists clenched at her accusations.

"Don't spit lies at me right now! If you're trying to use this small hiccup in my relationship to sabotage it even more because I stopped fucking your slutty ass a while ago-" before I could finish cussing her out, she cut me off quickly.

"Small hiccup?! Ha! You're fucking done for in this relationship. If your precious relationship was just having a small hiccup, your sweet and innocent wife wouldn't be fucking your boss behind your back right now asshole!" She snaps back before hanging up as my eyes widened at her words.

Just as she hung up, my phone dinged with text messages no doubt from her. Looking down at my phone, my fists clenched and my anger boiled back up again when the pictures of my boss and my fiancé were popping up right in front of me.

He was driving his luxury expensive car with my fiancé in his passenger seat, not only that but there were more pictures of him and her kissing in the car as he drove her to some random Chinese food place. He took her inside the small shop while keeping his arms around her while continuing to plant kisses on her forehead and neck which almost resulted in my phone getting broken. I was so close to breaking my phone out of anger and jealousy, until a text popped up.

'Call me back when you realize how much of a whore your fiancé truly is. And if you're as smart as I think you are, I suggest you think over how we can use these pictures to make your future wife's reputation even worse than yours is right now' - Angie

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