Chapter 16 ~ In his bed

Chapter 16 In his bed

Athena

Four hundred and five.

Four hundred and six.

I keep counting, each number a desperate attempt to steady my breathing, to anchor

myself in something other than the storm of anger swirling inside me. But no matter how high I count, the fury doesn't ease. If anything, it builds-high, relentless.

I hate him.

I hate that arrogant bastard.

But what I hate more is the gnawing feeling in my chest-the lingering

warmth of his presence, the way my heart still

stutters at the memory of him standing there, defending me, saving me.

Saving me.

The words echo like a cruel taunt, and I bite my lip, hard enough to taste blood.

Why did he do it?

How did 'Alexander even know what was happening? It wasn't him I texted- it was Noah.

Noah.

My thumb hovers over my

phone, his name glowing on the screen. I should call him, and

ask if he said something to Alexander if that's how he found out. But something

holds me back-an invisible wall of guilt.

"How long have you been fucking my cousin?"

The memory of Alexander's voice, cold and venomous, slices through me again. My chest tightens.

Is that what he thinks of me? That I'm some pathetic girl throwing herself at his cousin?

An easy whore?

The insult burns deeper than it should. Because why does it matter

what he thinks?

Why do I care?

But then-why did he hit Noah?

Nothing makes sense anymore.

dragging me down. I need to stop. I have

1/4

I need focus.

I need calm.

no calm-not with Alexander King still in my

3 AM!

on the wall stares back at

louder with each

I push to my feet and march toward the bedroom

know what

doing, but I feel like I'll lose my goddamn mind if I don't

his way first thing this morning. Maybe if I scream

of his door. The brass doorknob gleams under the soft hallway light,

he's with

thought slices through me like a

it past him, that man is the epitome

that's what I need-maybe

a much more

Maybe then, I'll finally have the strength to let him

I can overthink it, I grip

The door creaks open.

Empty.

is

the room is cold, and sterile, as though no

here all night.

He didn't come home.

sensation creeps

anger, but something

Something emptier.

Where is he?

switch it up and he decided they would stay at

my bare

is still

smoke

my

2/4

where his watch usually rests. It's

Of course, it is.

vanishes as easily as he

eyes for a brief

and then an

sleep in the same bed until

must say is very effective because he went from

seems I have a thing for assholes otherwise Why would

bed with the intention of sleeping in

No.

That's not it.

I want him to find

love of his life

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