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“I was worried that maybe someone broke in. That there was an intruder.”
“They wouldn’t dare,” he presses, pulling me against his body.
“What are you doing?” I ask, startled as he holds me closer.
“You’re lying. Tell me that you care. Tell me that you still care,” he drunkenly pleads, his hypnotizing, blue eyes widening, desperately searching mine. “Do it! Tell me that you care. Right this instant.”
“Tell you that I care about what?” I dare to ask.
His face hardens, and our eye contact immediately breaks. “Fuck this,” he groans, releasing me at once, reaching for his glass before tossing it into the fireplace.
The flames erupt from the leftover liquor, sizzling, glass shattering against the logs of wood.
I blink up at him, horrified. “Are you okay?”
“Just peachy.”
“Let me help you to your room,” I offer.
“I’m a grown man, Sasha. I’ll be fine,” he breathes, hurrying past me. “Just go back to bed.”
Unexpectedly, he stumbles to the side, and just in time I happen to grasp his arm. Draping it over my shoulders, I link my arms around his waist and try my best to keep him upright, even though he’s far too heavy for my small body to handle.
He looks down into my eyes and shakes his head. “I said I’m fine,” he murmurs, pulling away, until he stumbles again.
We crash against the wall. “Just let me help you,” I breathe out, holding him tighter. Hating this. “Please.”
“Fine.”
Stunned with this whole situation, I help him as we make our way out of the living room. Walking with him pressed against me, we slowly stumble down the hallway.
The door pushes open, and I’m in awe as we step into his bedroom. It’s so plain, with furniture only. His bed is huge, almost bigger than a king-size. The ceiling is high, and his main window is large. I get the sense of loneliness in here, a longing for more.
It smells likehim. Breathing it in, we finally make it to his bed.
Lifting his arm from my shoulder, I help him ease his way onto the mattress, until he’s resting motionless on his back. In one fast motion, he pulls off his shirt.
“Christ,” he snarls, rubbing his closed eyes with his fists. “I can already feel a migraine approaching.”
“I’ll bring you Advil in the morning,” I softly assure him.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles, deeply sighing before gazing over at me. “Coffee and breakfast will be ready as well?”
“Of course.”
“Exquisite.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
Turning away, I begin to leave, until he grasps my wrist. Forced to an abrupt stop, our gazes meet, and his dissatisfaction is evident. His eyes bore into mine, and he remains silent, making me feel as if I’m floating on cloud nine. The way he’s looking at me is new, different.
“Wh—where are you going?” he nearly whispers.
“To my room.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t understand,” I say.
