Walking away.
Chapter 11
The rest of the weekwas a maddening cycle of contradictions.A relentless push and pull.An unbearable game I never agreed to play.
Creed walked past me in the halls as if I didn’t exist, his gaze a blade slicing through me with chilling indifference.And then, just when I convinced myself I meant nothing, he would appear.
A storm breaking through my office door, locking it behind him with a quiet, decisive click.A hand gripping my waist, yanking me against his body as if the silence between us had never stretched into days.A bruising kiss.Fingers threading through my hair, dragging my head back so he could consume me.
It was intoxicating.Infuriating.Utterly unsustainable.
Each time his lips touched mine, a flicker of hope ignited—a dangerous delusion that maybe, just maybe, we were finding our way back.But the moment he pulled away, his silence crashed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in the truth.
He wasn’t ready to forgive me.
And maybe, he never would.
After a week of it, I’d had enough.
The final straw came late in the afternoon, after yet another grueling meeting that left me drained.My temples throbbed, my patience thin.I had barely settled into my chair, trying to focus on my endless to-do list, when the door opened with a sharp click.
I didn’t need to look up.I felt him.
The air shifted, charged with electricity, humming with an energy that only existed when Creed was in the room.
“Not now,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, my eyes locked on my computer screen.
He ignored me.Of course he did.
Long strides carried him forward, his presence swallowing the space between us.The chair beneath me jerked as his hands spun me around, forcing me to face him.I gasped, my pulse hammering at the raw intensity in his gaze.
“What are you doing?”I demanded, pushing against the armrests as if I could somehow put space between us.
His voice was quiet, lethal.“What I always do.”
Hands gripped the arms of my chair, boxing me in, his breath warm against my lips.The weight of him was overwhelming, a cage I didn’t know if I wanted to escape.
