AllFreeNovel
Share Us
CHAPTER11
FREDDIE
Isip my morning black coffee, staring out the window at the grey clouds looming above the London skyline. Rain patters on the glass.
After returning from the crematorium and seeing Seb’s blatant deception first-hand, I struggled to sleep. How could I when the woman I thought was dead spent the night with my best friend?
My rational side knows I have no right to be angry. He and Rose met a few weeks ago when he didn’t know who she was. But logical reasoning and what my heart wants are two different beasts.
I place the mug down before I accidentally shatter the handle. Whenever I close my eyes, I can’t get the image of her fucking him out of my brain. The woman I’ve fantasised about riding his cock.
Gentle footsteps pad down the stairs. It’s her. The others have left already. Seb went to Bexley’s mansion in the early hours to check everything was in order, and Callen is following up on another lead about where to buy thallium in hopes it could lead back to the Killers Club.
She stops walking. Does she know I’m here alone? Is she avoiding me?
“Good morning,” I say, giving her no choice but to face me.
“Morning,” she replies, emerging from her hiding spot around the corner.
My chest constricts when I see her. She’s wearing Seb’s t-shirt, and it drowns her. I jerk my gaze up from her shapely thighs and her smooth skin that I’m dying to touch. Her hair is messy, piled up on her head, and she’s not wearing make-up. I’ve never noticed the freckles over her nose and under her eyes before, like flecks of paint. She’s perfect.
I keep my tone even. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies cautiously, biting her lip.
Is she trying to torture me on purpose?
“Are you hungry?” I ask. The chair legs screech along the wooden floor as I stand and walk into the adjoining kitchen. It’s sleek and minimal, with black cupboards and a white granite worktop. “I can make you breakfast.”
Her stomach rumbles, answering my question for her.
“What would you like?”
“Toast is fine,” she mumbles.
“Coffee?” I prompt. “I grind the beans fresh for every cup. It’s better than any instant shit.”
“Sounds great,” she replies half-heartedly.
The strained atmosphere makes my skin crawl, and unsaid words hang in the air, but I continue to go about the motions like a robot while she watches.
“Freddie?”
I spin around. The sunlight slipping through the blinds renders her white t-shirt transparent, and I gulp at the vision of her pink areolas peeking through the fabric.
I avert my eyes. “Yes?”
“Are you mad at me?”
I freeze. My hands grip the side, and popping toast breaks the silence.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I growl.
“Because of me and Seb…”
I don’t turn around but watch her reflection in the window. She plays with the hem of Seb’s t-shirt with a pained expression.
“Do you like him?” I ask sharply.
