Catching Feelings [bwwm]

Chapter 12- Angeli Benedetti Modelling

Unknown's POV

"Get your fucking hand off of my ass before I break it off," Julianna threatened as they walked through my front door.

Dontae smirked as he took a drag from the blunt between his fingers. "C'mon baby girl, just let me tap ya pussy one time for the one time."

Julianna scoffed. "I'd rather eat monkey-shit than have sex with you."

I rolled my eyes. "Can you two please shut up?"

They glanced over at me, finally aware of my presence.

"Hey, boss," They said in unison, sitting down on the couch across from me.

Almost a year and a half ago, I'd found Dontae down on his luck, head over heels in love with the same girl who had ruined my life. All he wanted was to have her back until I'd put her faults on display. She's a liar, she's a whore, she a thief, and she takes advantage of people.

I made him very aware that not only did he deserve better, but she didn't deserve the right to be happy. So, we made a plan and decided we were going to ruin her life the way that she'd ruined ours.

For months, Dontae and I worked night and day, planning, stalking, and digging. We'd known that she had a drug and alcohol problem, but we had to have something heavy to top it off. We had to not only find the icing on the cake but also the candles.

And that we did. We had hard proof of her addictions, and we also had the hundreds of pictures we took of her, some of which showed her in the worst possible positions.

Then the time came to show our hard work to the public. I set up a meeting with Jonathan in town to drop off one package while Dontae dropped off the other package at the parents' doorstep.

Dontae and I then sat outside of Jonathan's house patiently, and within no time, he sped through the gates to his house in a rage. Shortly after that, we watched in satisfaction as Mia drove off with Liv in her car, the backseat full of boxes and suitcases.

That night, I celebrated the victory harder than I had celebrated my wedding night. We had succeeded in ruining her happiness. In the span of an hour, she'd lost her boyfriend, home, and job. I was proud to say that the pain she was going through was because of me, and it brought me so much joy knowing that my plan was a success.

Well, I had thought it was until Dontae came barreling through my door months ago telling me that Liv and Jonathan had rekindled their romance. At that moment, the word pissed didn't accurately describe what I felt.

After all I had done, they wound up back together. I'd spent hours watching her, I maxed out my bank accounts buying expensive gear, and I risked my identity by stealing her brush from the house, and all for what? Surely not for them to find their way back into his bed!

That was when I dug deeper into the family. Thanks to Judge Derrick Gates, Dontae's father, I found that there was a teenage girl being raised solely by her father.

And for some reason, I just knew that I had to get to the bottom of it. Thankfully, I did, and I found Julianna Menteur, the washed-out model, who was - lucky for me - a poor drug addict.

When I found her, she was in a motel room, having sex with some random guy so she'd have money to go buy drugs. After she and her partner finished, I dragged her aside and made her tell me her story.

She told me how she'd had her baby at a very young age, but then realized she loved modeling more than raising a child, so she left. She explained to me that the photographer - the man she loved who turned her into a model - left her high and dry one night for a younger, skinnier muse.