Only one thing happened between yesterday and today that could cause his sudden withdrawal from me—Alex Rasputin.
It had been a mistake to have the threesome.
In my defense, it wasn’t even my fault. I hadn’t initiated it. Admittedly, I enjoyed every second of it, but had I knownAchilles would react this way…that he’d give me the cold shoulder all day…
Where the hell was he?
Picking up my phone from the marble slab in the middle of the kitchen, I opened our text thread.
Tierney: Hey, when will you be back? I’ll book us reservations at Maggiano’s.
Tierney: Have you seen my AirPod charger?
Tierney: ?
Tierney: I’m worried. Please call back.
Those were the normal texts. Unfortunately, the subsequent ones were completely unhinged and gave strong Fatal Attraction vibes. I didn’t have the stomach to read through them.
I wanted to throw up.
Were we over? Was he giving me the silent treatment to teach me a lesson? Was the threesome a test? Had I failed?
After the club, we had gone back home, and everything was fine. Normal.
Maybe it took time for things to sink in.
I was clawing at the bars of my enclosure.
I couldn’t lose him. No matter what. I’d make it right. Do whatever it takes.
What would it take to bring him back?
Restless, I shot Lila a text.
Tierney: Have you seen Achilles today?
Lila: No. Why, what’s up?
Tierney: I can’t reach him.
Lila: Have you tried Tiernan?
No, and I didn’t want to. My brother would demand an explanation for all of my questions, and once I came clean, he’d blow a gasket. He’d barely come to terms with Achilles and me as a couple. Throwing Lyosha into the mix would be practically suicidal.
Luckily, Lila knew her own husband and his psychotic ways because another text appeared on my screen.
Lila: I can ask Tiernan on your behalf, if you’re not in the mood to be interrogated.
Tierney: Thank you.
Putting the phone down, I walked over to the closet for the millionth time. All of his things were still there. At the very least, he was coming back to take them.
I didn’t recognize myself in this desperation, but I couldn’t help it.
I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
