The Bully's Hated Mate
The Bully’s Hated Mate – Chapter 20

CASSIA’S POV:

I had asked the car to drive off few minutes after I got in. We were not going to wait for Lucius for anything.

I knew he was a part of this. I had seen him from the corner of my eyes when I got into the pool and when I came out.

He stood there like a f*****g cunt, not offering to help, not offering to defend. He was a shitface, I always knew it, and he reminded me today that he was an unrepentant one.

I was fooled.

I wiped the tear that rested on my cheek for the fifth time as we finally came to the palace.

I hurriedly got out and went straight to the room and to the bathroom. I needed to scrub every alcohol and every moment that I was played by Lucius out of my skin.

I scrubbed my skin till it became tender and then, I cried again as the hot water creased on my skin in a downward motion.

I left the bathroom, and I knew there was no way I was going to sleep on the floor. I opened his sheets and rested my head.

I wasn’t going to get any sleep till Lucius came back home and I was sure to give him a piece of me he hadn’t seen before.

It was a few minutes past one in the morning, and I knew this because I had been staring at the clock, when I started to hear the window rattle.

He didn’t have the decency to even come straight from the front door. I could perceive the different liquors that blessed his belly before he even managed to get into the bedroom.

I pretended at first not to notice that he was in the room.

“What are you doing?” He asked me, eyes narrowed on my form.

This was the part where I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

“What does it seem like, Lucius?” I asked, still turned away from him, eyes fixed on the clock.

I heard him hiss through his teeth.

“You shouldn’t be here, and you know that.’ He said, trying his best to get his words right.

In this moment, he disgusted me.

I sat up at once, finally deciding I was going to observe what a piece of s**t he actually was.

“So, you leave me at the party, get me drunk, watch me get humiliated and now, you’re f*****g drunk and saying s**t?” I asked, my b***d firing up my eyes and brows to frown even harder.

He looked guilty.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re still allowed to sleep on my sheets and infect them with your scent, Cassia.” He said, matter of factly.

I scoffed at the basic audacity he had to speak about his sheets when there was an obvious white elephant present in this room.

“Is that what is important to you? You prefer the sheets conversation than to have the one that involved you been a shitface?” I asked, incredulously irritated.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He suddenly didn’t seem drunk to me anymore.

Suddenly, it felt he knew what he was doing and he knew the stakes. He wasn’t drunk earlier, what if it was actually a plan?

My b***d boiled instantly.

He got close to me and started to drag the sheets away from my body, an indication that he wanted me to leave his bed.

Something snapped inside of me as the sheets started to give way and the cold air from the window made my skin to crawl and goosebumps decorated my skin.

This must have been an act, everything…

“Is that why you bought me dresses? Asked me to try them on and behaved normal for a few hours? Is that why you decided to ask me to the party and take me there yourself? It was all an act! Wasn’t it? I was a pawn, a mere charade in the idiotic game that you were playing with your sick girlfriend?” I asked, trying to hide the hurt in my eyes.

Rplacing it with anger when after asking, he kept quiet and kept looking at me like I had something dangling and dancing on my forehead.

Emotionless and with no remorse.

I was livid!

“You’re a coward, you know? You’re pathetic and you’re a loser, a spoilt brat too.” I said when he was close enough to hear me.

His eyes snapped open, his eyes started to turn gold.

Yeah. He should be mad, because I was mad too.

“What the f**k did you just say, Cassia?” He asked me.

Time seemed to slow down so much, I felt and heard my b***d run through my veins as adrenaline attacked my heart to pump twice as much.

“You heard me. You couldn’t have the guts to embarrass me out there in the open, you had to make it even seem like you weren’t existin, like you weren’t there — an innocent bystander, yeah? Well, I know! I f*****g know that everything that happened reeked of you. Stank of your pathetic cowardice.” I spat venom and it hit him square in the chest.

He advanced towards me. I stood my ground, sitting still and eating him alive with my eyes the more he lowered himself towards my eye level.

“You don’t get to speak to me like that. Not now. Not ever. I will—”

I put a hand to his face, making him stop immediately.

“Or what Lucius? Or f*****g what! You get me dresses again? What? You get me to strip for you and allow the rest of the pack pour more drinks on me?” I asked, slowly lifting myself and placing my weight on my knees, exposing my thighs.

“You should be asking me for forgiveness, not spewing nonsense and asking me to leave your sheets. You should apologize for the rubbish you put me through, and for what! For f*****g what? Why get me dresses, make me feel special, act like a normal person and act like a gentleman if it was just to get me drunk and make me get humiliated like that, and in front of everyone? Why, Lucius? Why?” I screamed at his face, my heart and my hands gesticulating my anger.

His eyes had turned full gold now.

“Because, Cassia, I don’t want you here! I don’t want to inhale your scent. I don’t want you to be here and drive me nut. I want you gone. Forever. Because I hate you that much! You have the power to end this. End this suffering for you, for me, for both of us, but you still chose to stay. You choose to stay and endure when all you have to do is speak to my father and let him know just how much we’re not working, and that you don’t want me. I don’t want you! Can’t you see the misery you’re causing us both? You could end this and go back to your miserable life, and nobody would ever bother you again. And I can live my life as it was before you showed up!” He screamed at me.

My shock registered on my face, but not for long.

My features morphed and a cackle escaped my lips, shocking me and annoying him.

Good.

“No.” I said calmly, getting more resolve.

“No?” Lucius asked me like he hadn’t heard me correctly.

“No! Lucius, I won’t go to your father and tell him that. You know why?” I asked, my eyebrows raised and my b***d boiling as I fisted my palms in anger

“Because that is exactly what you want! And no, I’m not going to give you that pleasure. I’m not going anywhere! Whether you like it or not. I am here to stay, and I am not leaving. You are going to have to try better and more than that. And for the record, I have never liked you. You think you know hatred, but you don’t! I hate you more than you think. I have always hated you before I met you, and wait, you think I actually want to be here? Stuck to an insufferable a*****e? An entitled shitface like you? No! I’d rather be toiling the soil with the sun on my back than be here with a pathetic, lying, double-crossing shithead like you. But I won’t leave here, not since it makes you even more misrable than it makes me. Anything to ruin your life is fine by me, and if I have to be the thorn in your a*****e, then so f*****g be it! Now, get the f**k out of my bedroom.” I gasped for breath, my heart hammering in my chest and my eyes turning a bright gold.

Lucius was lost for words and after holding my gaze in his cold stare, he angrily walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone for the night.

I hated how upset I was. I hated how gullible I had been to have believed that he had been decent. He had liked me enough to want to care.

I hated him for making me feel this way, for going to such lengths just to make sure that I was this angry.

Angry enough that I might have packed my things and left before he even thought of coming back.

That must have been his plan all along. For him to devastate me to the extent I would abadon everything and everyone and take off to goddess-knew-where and away from him.

If he thought that was what it took to break me, then he has another thing coming for him.

Myla was just as pissed as I was with everything, disappointed and hurt even, but not as disappointed as I was.

Despite all the yelling I had just done, I couldn’t help but slump back to the bed and sob.

I hated him so much, but I knew I wouldn’t go to such lengths to sabotage him.

I sobbed into the silk sheets, suddenly hating even being here in the first place.

Somehow, I started to contemplate if I could really end my suffering, make all of this go way and just go back to my normal life where I was being chased by Delica and her boyfriend’s goons all over school.

Or how Marcus helped me with lunch every time it was time to eat because he knew before I did that I had nothing to eat.

Did I really want that? Hell no! I didn’t want that.

Lucius maybe an a*****e, but he was going to have to be a better a*****e to get me to leave his life.

I was as stubborn as it came and there was no way I was going to give him what he wanted.

Even if it meant me being in different spots of humiliation, I would gladly be there, anything to make him suffer just as much as I was — anything to make him squirm and even hate me more.

If I was going to suffer in the hands of our bons, in the hands of the moon goddess, then rest assured that he was going to suffer with me.

We were in this together, and there was no turning back now.

For better or worse was the plan.

Hopefully worse.

I finally yawned. The tiredness from the drinks that had weighed in on me for a while finally started to creep up.

I stretched, deciding it wasn’t a bad idea to have this big bed to myself.

I drew the sheets and slept like a baby with not a care in the world where the hell Lucius was going to sleep tonight.

He didn’t deserve such care, at least not from me.

Not now.

Not ever.