Our Rainy Days

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Chapter 29

"H-how..." Alexandra stared down at Holy Walker, trembling from head to toe.

"Paul will explain everything." she pushed Alexandra away and walked in the mansion. "Nice place he's got here."

She smirked, not being in the smallest bit surprised that Alexandra and her looked just like identical twins.

Maybe they were sisters.

But then, how come they didn't share the same surname?

"Where is he? HEY, PAUL! YOU THERE?" She shrieked dancing around the hall and taking off her scarf. "HELLO!? ANYBODY HOME!?"

By her shrieks, it didn't take more than a few minutes for everyone to come downstairs. Jacob, Mrs. Hess, Peter, and James all rushed to where they were.

The faces were all the same when they saw Alexandra Evans and Holy Walker next to each other.

"What the hell is all this screaming for!" Paul's voice came and a few seconds after, Paul showed up, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the woman.

"Holy?"

"Hello, Paul. Missed me?"

Then, something happened that no one expected.

Paul paced quickly toward Holy, grabbed her face in his hands, leaned forward, and quickly connected their lips together.

"Yes. I did." He whispered against her lips and then pulled away.

"What the fuck is going on!?" Mrs. Hess finally managed to squeal.

As if Paul had just realized that everyone else was in the room as well, he quickly pulled away from the woman.

"It's too complicated for your minds to understand."

"Cut the crap! Why does she look like me!?" Alexandra shrieked, thinking that she might pass out any moment now. "And don't you dare tell me any shit! I've had enough of your stupid stories that you make up!

"You don't get to speak to me like that." Paul hissed at her.

"No. You don't get to speak to her like that." It was James's time to interfere.

"And who are you to tell me what to do or what not to do!?" Paul glared at James.

"Someone that would gladly strangle you and save everyone else from being miserable because of such a bastard like you!"

"You know, now that I come to think of it, I see that you and your bitch of a girlfriend look exactly alike. But be careful. You might end up getting in her situation."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" James bellowed.

No one dared to speak as the two men glared down at each other.

"I knew you were the one who was after her." James said, his eyes narrowing.

"Hmm. At least you're a bit smarter than her. But I have to admit that she beats you when it comes down to–"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, because James had attacked him and pushed him to the ground, punching him with his fist in the guts.

He finally stopped hitting him and then took Paul's shirt's collar.

"JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GIRLFRIEND!"

Paul gave out a deep and dark laughter.

"She's not too far." He said.

"DON'T SAY BULLSHIT!"

"Bullshit? It's the truth. Andrea Brooke is here, in this room." He gave a wicked grin. "And she's standing right there."

By that, he raised his hand, and pointed it down at Alexandra Evans.

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