I scan the room, unsure what I’m looking for until I spot Carlos’ phone on the nightstand, abandoned, charging. Like everything is fine and we’re not in a house of potential threats.
Without thinking, I knock it off the stand and it hits the floor with a sharp crack. I don’t feel any satisfaction. It isn’t enough.
My rage and jealousy are a lethal combination. A pressure valve ready to blow open. Without thinking, I grab the table lamp and hurl it across the room where it shatters against the wall. The clean and tidy sheets on the bed I pull off the mattress and throw onto the ground. I yank the drawers open, spilling their contents on the floor. Then I spot the outfit hanging over a chair that he wore on the plane, the shirt he wore that I clung to when his cock was in my mouth. Fucking asshole. I grab it with both hands and with all my strength I rip the material apart.
“Think you can make a fucking fool out of me,” I mumble to myself as I destroy everything in my path until I stop. Looking around me, the room is a mess, unrecognizable. I rub my hands over my face when the door to the bedroom opens.
“Carlos, are you ready?” a deep voice says when a guard that I recognize from when we arrived walks into the room like he fucking owns it. Is he fucking Carlos too?
“What the hell happened here?” he asks, looking at the destruction.
“Who the fuck are you? Are you another one of his side pieces?” I shout, as all logic and reason leave my brain. I’m shouting accusations as they come into my head, my awareness that we are in someone else's home no longer matters. I’m too angry.
The guy walks over to me and pushes his finger into my chest.
“What the fuck you just say to me?”
A red mist descends over my vision. I’ve completely lost my mind and my inner psycho jealous version, that I didn’t know I had, unleashes the violence I want to serve up to Carlos, onto this arrogant prick in front of me.
I’ve no idea when my hand balled into a fist and hit him with so much force he falls to the ground. I’m aware of the ache in my hand, but all I can do is revel in the adrenaline that I punched something.
“What the hell?” Carlos' voice comes from the door as he runs in. His brows nearly reach his hairline as he looks at the guard on the floor and the results of the tornado that has destroyed his room. Then he looks at me and slowly approaches.
Carlos shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh.
“Little lion, what have you done?”
“I’ve taught your smug ass a fucking lesson.”
A slow smile brightens his face, making me swallow hard as this was not the reaction I expected.
“And what lesson is that? Because all you’ve done is make me want you more.”
I’m not sure what the hell has gotten into Simon. But I’m here for it. He has no idea how hot he is when angry. But I've never seen him like this before. It’s fucking beautiful.
“This is your fault,” he accuses, and I laugh at the ridiculousness of his accusation.
“My fault? What did I do? It wasn’t me who knocked out a guard and destroyed my bedroom.”
“Where were you?” he asks with hands crossed across his chest. I’m so confused right now.
“I went for a walk to the beach. Why? Did you miss me?”
“This isn’t a fucking joke, Carlos. Did you do it on purpose so I would see you? Is this what you hoped for?”
“Simon, you need to calm the fuck down as I really don’t know what you are talking about.”
“The guy you were with outside! I saw you both all over each other.”
It takes a moment for the penny to drop. Pedro. Silly Simon. He’s jealous.
“That was Pedro and we weren’t all over each other. I’ve known him since I was very young and it's been a long time since we have seen each other. He’s my friend, Simon. A friend who is in a committed relationship.”
His checks turn red as my words land. He’s embarrassed and he shouldn't be. I like jealous Simon.
“Then what about him?” he says, pointing to Diogo who is starting to wake up on the ground.
“He’s the guard my father assigned to me.”
