Emotionally assassinated

Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy

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Chapter 4: Emotionally assassinated

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*Joshua’s POV*

“Get down from that railing!!. Now!!.”

And then giggling followed after that.

I paid no attention to my mother chasing my little sister as I had more issues of my own.

That issue being Addison.

I groaned out of frustration again when my call goes nowhere. I had been trying to reach Addison since for the last 2 weeks now but to no avail.

I even tried multiple times to approach her at work but she always found a way to avoid me completely.

And this was because of the bomb that Lia dropped on her about she being pregnant.

And that infuriated me.

Lia was pregnant yet but I haven’t even confirmed if it was my baby.

The faint sound of a doorbell chiming through the sitting room was what distracted me as I tucked my phone into my trousers pocket and walked over to my mother.

My mother, Emily Calloway, formerly a Roswell before she divorced my father.

She had only appeared in the Roswell mansion today because of the dinner that she offered to host inviting the Garcia family.

“Wouldn’t you like to go welcome your future wife and her family?.” My mother asked with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

My face hardened as I finally snapped out of frustration. “Don’t fucking call her that! She’s not my wife!.”

“Yet!. She’s carrying your baby, isn’t she?.” My mother responded before tilting her head. “Or haven’t you ended things with that bastard like I told you to?.”

I gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Addison is not a bastard, do not call her that.”

“Oh but she is, isn’t she? Her mother is low life prostitute, the one you can get for maximum of 2$, am I not correct?.” Emily Calloway asked checking out her nails as she continued speaking. “She’s a bastard child, who was brought into this world and by pure luck, her father happened to be a rich conglomerate.”

I scoffed. “Now you call her a bastard? What happened to when you told me to flirt with the Garcia’s daughter, hmm? Or don’t you remember that ?.”

She stood up as she glared at me face to face. “I also remember telling you to go for the real heir. Lia Garcia. Not that bastard you dated!.”

“I’m 24. Do not talk to me as if I am a child.”

“There he goes, talking like his father... .”

I was about to give her a piece of my mind when one of our maids interrupted.

“Excuse me, Miss Emily, Sir Joshua. The Garcia family has arrived.” The maid said as she bowed to inform us.

My mother gave me a look that said ‘Don’t embarrass me’ before calling out to my younger sister.

“Gemma?!!! Hold Mia in one place so she doesn’t come down running!!.” She said loudly so her voice could reach upstairs.

A faint answer was heard.

I frowned at my mother’s choice of words towards my sister. “Mia is not an object to be held!.” I said.

“Let’s go meet your future in laws.” She simply responded ignoring my words.

I followed after her grudgingly as I repeated that Lia wasn’t my future wife as we made their way to the front door where Lia was waiting with her family, Maria and Philips Garcia, one of the richest families in the city.

My mother gave me a pinch reminding me of the etiquette as I reluctantly bowed a little welcoming the guests.

Lia however condoned etiquette as she hurriedly ran over to pull me into a kiss which I opted out seconds later.

“Kids! You know how they are!.” Maria said defending her daughter as she gave a small smile too. “They show affection too much these days especially when they are in love.”

I cleared my throat at the last words knowing I wasn’t anywhere close in love with Lia.

She is pregnant and it is my duty to not act like a deadbeat father.. nothing else.

Emily merely smiled thinly at her. “Yes yes.” She said before turning to the maid behind her. “Show them to the main sitting room.”

The maid nodded turning towards the Garcia family. “This way, please.”

They followed the maid as Emily assured them she’ll be there in a moment.

The smile vanished from my mother’s face the moment she turned towards me.

“Where’s your father? Or didn’t you inform him that we were meeting with them today?.”

“Of course, Dad knows Lia is pregnant with my child.” I said that part reluctantly before shrugging. “Although I don’t know where he is. He hasn’t come home in two days, he wasn’t at the office too today.”

“Typical of him.” My mother scoffed. “Probably busy with his mistress again or probably mistresses.”

“How can you be certain that Dad has__.”

“No no no.” My mother immediately raised her hand shunning me. “Say no more. Just to find him and bring him back here before dinner is served. He is needed here because I need to know what to do and how to handle Lia’s pregnancy before leaking it to the press and I can’t do it without Javan being here.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Where the fuck do I find dad... you said he’s at his mistress’s place.”

“He’s either with his mistress or with his best friend and where does his airhead best friend takes him to every time? Hamilton bar! Go find him there!.”

I gave a slight snicker. “For someone who divorced her husband years ago, you sure do know a lot about him!.”

“Just go get your airhead of a father.”

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*Addison’s POV*

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“And I used to think Joshua really loved me.” Addison said telling the situation to her best friends. She scoffed lightly. “Such a shame that I fell for his pretentious acts.”

“Hmmm.” Tara hummed in agreement.

“I feel like I should have seen it coming.” Addison continued as she sighed, the heartbreak showing on her facial expressions. “He didn’t even introduce me to his parents, meanwhile, all this while, I’m sure he had introduced Lia to his parents ever since. I was so fucking stupid to go ahead and fall in love. I should have known.”

“Hm yeah.” Tara gave another resounding hum as a response.

Addison stared at the couple in front of her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. This isn’t awkward for me at all. Please, carry on. I’ll just sit here and watch. I won’t bother to tell you what’s going on in my life again.”

Tara unfurls herself slightly, frowning. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that ... .”

Tara has got all four limbs tightly wrapped around Devin, her boyfriend who’s also Addison’s co-worker, vaguely reminding Addison of an octopus.

“But I love him!” Tara whines.

Devin makes an apologetic face, slowly peeling Tara’s left arm off his chest.

“I know you do,” Addison says. “But you flaunting your healthy relationship in front of me, it’s making me sad that I’m single.”

“Are you kidding? I bet you could talk your way into the lap of any guy here in, like, five seconds flat. Hello? You’re you.” Tara slides the rest of the way off Devin, settling back down next to him in the booth.

“I don’t want to get my heart broken again, i was literally just crying my heart out minutes ago before you called me here,” Addison says, pouting. “I want someone that loves me doesn’t mean I should be throwing myself out there anyhow.”

“Now you’ve actually made her sad,” Devin says, sighing. He nudges Tara with his shoulder. “Say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry, Addison,” Tara says, reaching across the table and squeezing her hand. “But I still don’t think putting yourself out there would hurt.”

Addison gave her best friend a look. “It hasn’t been a month since I found out that Joshua and Lia were having sex behind my back. So just give me a break.”

The three of them are sitting together in a booth near the back of the White Rabbit, a huge bar that’s just down the street from Addison and Devin’s office.

It’s Friday night, so it’s packed with all sorts of burned-out corporate slaves, desperate to drink away the stress of the week.

Addison certainly looks the part: she’s got a pair of well-worn bags under her eyes from crying all day about Joshua’s situation, and her white dress shirt is rumpled, unbuttoned at the collar with both sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Anyone who didn’t know her would probably just assume she’s worn out after a tough day at work. What’s actually weighing on her heart, though, is her disaster of a love life.

She had spent the past years of her life in a dedicated relationship with Joshua Roswell, a typical jock, the type of guy you only see in books; tall, handsome, messy black hair and a jawline that accentuated his features.

Coincidentally Joshua was also the next heir of the Roswell Corporations, the CEO’s Son. But for now, he was just the managing director of the company.

In addition to being tall and handsome, however, it turns out that Joshua was also a lying, cheating bag of shit.

Their relationship was very serious and they had made that explicitly clear. And their agreement to definitely did not include Joshua fucking her half sister in their usually shared bed.  

It was awful, and Addison had spent weeks after that trying to convince herself that she isn’t inadequate. That this wasn’t her fault. That she’s perfectly loveable and there’s nothing wrong with her.

The betrayal hurt—a lot—and Addison doesn’t think she’ll be ready to open herself up to someone new anytime soon, despite how good it would feel to flaunt someone else on her arm in front of Joshua at their next office get-together. 

Tonight, she’s actually feeling pretty okay, all things considered that she cried herself out all through the day.

“Who wants to go buy us another round?” Tara asks, draining the last of her wine glass. “It can’t be me. I’m too wobbly.”

“Do you really think you should have another round if you’re already too wobbly?” Devin asks with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s actually about maintaining the perfect level of wobbliness,” Tara explains, running a hand down Devin’s forearm. “If I don’t have another drink, my wobbliness will diminish, and I’m not ready for that to happen yet.”

“I can go,” Addison says with a sigh.

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, despite herself.

She starts to slide out of the booth, but then she glances up and sees Devin’s mouth fall open, his eyes focused somewhere behind Addison, looking towards the front of the bar. 

“Maybe don’t go anywhere,” Devin hisses, reaching out and yanking Addison’s arm, pulling her back into the booth.

“What is it?” Addison asks, turning around and craning her neck to see.

Tara follows the path of Devin’s gaze, then she pales slightly.

“Addison, duck,” Tara whispers loudly. “Duck down!”.

“What?” Addison says, whirling back around, understandably alarmed. 

“That might have been a little too dramatic,” Devin says, turning to Tara. “You’re making it seem like she’s about to be assassinated.”

“Emotionally assassinated, maybe!”

“Can someone please tell me what is going on,” Addison says flatly, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Joshua Roswell just walked in,” Devin says.

Addison’s heart falls into her stomach. 

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TBC