I know people always said that hate is one step away from love and that it takes almost nothing to conflate the two. However, confusion is the only emotion I have at this moment.
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Chapter 42
Sarah's POV
My eye is twitching. I know it is because I can feel the spasm in my left eye.
I've been standing out here for roughly 35 minutes. My body jumped about 3 feet in the air when I heard the loud slam on Lincoln's door, as if he threw a piece of furniture against it.
Then there was the sound of people scuffling, and it didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on.
Standing right there at the front door, before I could even press the doorbell, for some stupid reason I ended up listening to what sounded like Lincoln fucking the ever-loving shit out of Gabrielle.
And he must have been doing one hell of a job because she was screaming like someone was being murdered.
The old man, the nosy neighbor, had passed by about 10 minutes ago with his dog, asking if everything was okay in there.
“Yep,” I said to him.
The dude looked like he didn't want to leave.
He was still out by the curb, looking down at the driveway at me standing outside Lincoln's front door like an idiot, until I looked over my shoulder and gave him a rude stare.
That's the only reason he decided to leave. Like dude, you have a dog to walk.
It's early in the morning, so I'm a bit confused why Lincoln is even…
Damn. The sounds he made.
~“Oh fuck. Oh… oh fuck… fuck… FFFFFUCK!!! I FUCKING HATE YOU…!”~
He was so vocal and sounded so… different.
There was so much pain in his voice.
So much… desire.
He and I have had some spicy sex before too, but nothing that ever sounded likethat. It almost sounded like he was into BDSM or something.
And well before either of them started having sex, I don't know, but it sounded like they were getting into a fist fight or something. Maybe the clothes and trash out here by the front door has something to do with that.
“You want to fight me? Huh?! You want to fucking fight me?”I had heard his voice say in such a dominant growl that it made me wet.
It made me upset.
That he had all of this for Gabrielle. Maybe he does hate her. Maybe that's why he said that but still. He's fucking her. He's completely forgotten about me all because she's living here.
Knocking on the door, that's when I notice to my right the window. What the hell happened? Looks like a bird flew into it or something.
The door opens after about two minutes with Gabby staring at me with disdain. My eyes grill her from head to toe.
Her hair is messy and her roots look weird, like a completely different texture than the rest of her hair which is wavy.
She looks exactly how I expect a woman who's been thoroughly fucked to look.
“Hey Gabby,” I try to say sweetly. Damn it, I don't think it came out sweet.
