But he doesn’t. I peek through one eyelid, and he’s gone. Has he learned to go invisible too? I roll over, and jump out of my skin. He’s sitting on the floor in front of me, leaning against the side table that’s no doubt digging into his muscles, his back pressed against it.
And he’s just… watching me.
I purse my lips and turn to my side, keeping myself from offering him the bed. Why do I even care about him when he doesn’t? I sigh. I hate my weak heart. I just can’t sleep knowing he’s sitting on the cold floor.
Recall, Avira, he’s that same bastard who planned to marry you off and then die. He never once considered how much pain his decision would cause. And besides, he’s strong. What harm can sleeping on the floor do to him?
Leave it. I’m a good-hearted human being, that’s why I don’t want him to feel discomfort.
I turn back toward his side. “You can sleep on the bed.”
He gets up with a smile and sits down on the bed. I narrow my eyes. What’s wrong with him? Where are his lines about the floor being comfortable?
He slides under the cover. My naked butt demands my attention. I pick up my shorts and panty from the floor beside the bed and put them on. I turn to the other side, switch off the light—he must have turned it on when he entered—and close my eyes.
Not even half a minute has passed when he slides closer to me, his hand moving around my stomach as he pulls me back against his chest. I curse my stupid heart for beating like mad drums. My body still hasn’t received the memo that I don’t want this man. Okay, fine, I want him. Even though I shouldn’t want such a selfish motherfucker. And that’s the problem.
I don’t think I’m capable of hating him. Fuck it, Avira. You are capable of doing everything, just don’t let this fucker have his way with you so easily.
He kisses the back of my head. “Good night, Dove.”
Is he playing with me? That must be it. He’s approaching me because I’m not doing that, and once I forgive him, he’ll start behaving like before.
Such an ass.
chapter 32
Zloban
She picks up my call on the second ring. “What do you want?”
“Go inside. It’s about to rain,” I tell her, glancing out the window of my car.
“Do you have nothing else to do other than stalking me?”
“It’s a necessity, not a choice.”
“Ahh, how could I forget? If it were a choice, you would have gotten rid of me by now. Whatever. I’m not going anywhere. I would have gone inside on my own, but now that you’ve said it, I’mnot leaving.”
She cuts the call. The patter of rain hits my car window.
I turn on the camera footage again, watching her stubbornly standing on the rooftop in the rain. Wen had left her to go meet Leo half an hour ago, and since then she has been sitting there, watching the ocean.
All the staff had left early today because of the heavy rain alert. Weather disturbances are happening all around the world at this time. I tell my driver to drive quickly. This is very immature behavior on her part.
I reach the building in three minutes and sprint to the rooftop. She is completely drenched, shivering in the cold, and still standing there.
I take her hand and turn her around. She watches me, her eyes fluttering open and closed against the rain. I bend and grab her thigh, lifting her over my shoulder.
She starts kicking her legs, shouting, “Put me down!”
I take her inside, closing the rooftop door and heading downstairs. Not for a second has she stopped hitting me with her fists, calling me names.
I slap her ass, loud and hard. She cries out in pain.
“You bastard! How dare you hit me?” she shouts.
I hit her other cheek even harder. She yelps.
