Chapter 52: Chapter 52

The words "I'm sorry" spilled out of my mouth over and over again, as if I were saying a prayer. I hurriedly slammed the door shut and fled the room.

My eyes were still widened. How could I not be shocked? I thought I'd find Romeo having sex with a girl, but instead I walked in on something I never could have imagined. The last thing I expected to see was a lady giving his father a blow job.

My stomach was churning. God, I felt like I was going to be sick. There was no doubt - the woman in that room wasn't Romeo's mother. What on earth had I walked into? I couldn't make sense of it. Mr Sparks, a married man, was having an affair in his own home.

A small, twisted part of me felt a sense of relief. I was happy I didn't walk in on Romeo and another girl in the act. That would have been too much to bear.

I needed to go home. I needed to get away from this house. I knew I'd had enough for one-day. I would leave the workbook and painkillers on the table, Romeo would find them later.

As I was about to drop the items down on the table, a voice behind me made me freeze in my tracks. "Who are you?" It asked in a tough tone.

I froze for a moment, then slowly turned to face the owner of the voice. It was none other than the devil's father himself, Mr Sparks. My heart pounded in my chest as I faced him.

When I first saw him, he didn't seem as intimidating as he did right now. His eyes were as ice as they fixed on me. I was forced to break eye contact. I hated the fact that my palms were already sweaty.

Why was I nervous? Mr Sparks should be the one feeling this way. I just caught him cheating on his wife.

"Who are you?" Mr Sparks repeated, jerking me out of reverie.

I forced myself to swallow and took a deep breath. "I'm Ivy, " I answered, still unable to look him in the eye.

Mr Sparks broke into a cruel, taunting chuckle. "I think I've seen your face before. You must be the girl who has been driving my son to distraction, making him lose his senses," He uttered.

I furrowed my brows, confused by his words. I didn't understand what he was implying. I wasn't a distraction to Romeo. We weren't even dating anymore.

He didn't give a chance to respond, before continuing. "Clearly, you need to learn some manners. You should not barge into someone's room without knocking. I had thought you were different from all of my son's other flings because of his obsession over you, but it seems I was wrong. You're just like the rest of them." He said.

I was dumbfounded, my mind racing. I wasn't sure what had shocked me - the fact that he thought Romeo was obsessed with me or the part he mentioned Romeo's other flings. I thought Romeo had changed and wasn't the same as the playboy he used to be.

The idea that Romeo had been involved with other girls filled me with a sudden surge of anger. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Why don't you tell me why you're cheating on your wife?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I regretted speaking them.

Mr Sparks' eyebrows lifted, but he was unable to speak. I heard the front door open. I spun around, and my heart missed a beat. There stood Romeo, looking puzzled.

Romeo's eyes darted between me and his father, his expression shifting from confusion to suspicion. "What's going on here?" He inquired.

Then, he turned to his father, giving him a deadly glare and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"You don't talk to your father - "

Before Mr Sparks could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the appearance of the woman who had been in the room with him.

Wrapped in a towel, the woman stepped out from behind the door and mumbled. "Babe."

I kept my eyes fixed on Romeo, desperate to know how he would react. At first, his eyes were filled with hurt, but soon they darkened into a look of intense hatred. His gaze was fixed on his father with a cold glare.

"Tell me, what the hell will you get out of doing this shît again?" His voice was shaking with rage as he demanded from his father.

I bit my lips nervously. This was not the first time Mr Sparks had cheated on his wife. He had done this before, and I was sure it had hurt Romeo deeply. This was too much for me to process.

"You don't tell me what to do in my house." Mr Sparks snapped at his son, glaring at his son.

"That might be true now, but just wait until I get my own house." Romeo shot back, running his hands through his hair.

Mr Sparks broke into a bitter laugh which didn't last long. "Get it first, son of a bitch," He dared.

Romeo was quiet for a moment, his face was blank. I could not read his expression. Finally, he looked at me and said, "I'm going to drive you home."

Then, without another word, he turned and left the house. I didn't say anything. I simply followed him out of the house.

*

The car ride was so quiet. I kept stealing glances at Romeo from time to time, and I could tell that he was furious, from the way he was gripping the steering wheel. I hated the ride to my house, I could not even converse with him because of his bad mood. I heaved a sigh of relief when we finally reached my house.

Romeo pulled up in front of my house and turned off the engine without a word. His gaze remained fixed on the steering wheel. I didn't make the move to get out of his car, I just sat and looked at him, studying him.

I wished I could read his thoughts. I knew he was hurting. I wished I could pull him closer to my chest.

After a long moment, Romeo spoke. "Thank you for your help with the chemistry practical. And, thank you for bringing the workbook and the painkillers too." His voice was tight.

I only nodded, I didn't say anything.

Romeo turned to me and met my eyes. I hated the sadness in his green eyes, eyes that usually sparkled with energy, they were a shade darker now.

"Did my father tell you anything?" He asked.

"Am I really a distraction to you?" I asked back.

Romeo squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds. "Don't go there. Please, don't. I don't want to talk about anything. I just want to be alone." He blurted out.

"It's okay." I muttered, my hands squeezing into fists.

That was a lie.

Deep down, I knew it was far from okay.