Page 132 of Brutal Callous Heir


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I make a beeline for my room and slam the door, frustrated with myself and this whole ridiculous situation.

I let my guard down.

I let my guard down and Theo made his move.

Damn him.

Surely he must know that nothing can ever come of this.

Who am I kidding? That’s probably all part of the allure. His evil plan.

Get me to fall for him and then break my heart.

As if I’d ever give him the chance.

I strip out of his shirt and my school skirt and head into the shower. The water feels incredible, sluicing over my skin. My gaze snags on the fingerprints on my hips. The little hickeys littering my boobs and chest.

He marked me.

Theo marked me, and I hate to admit I like it.

I take my time, washing away the memories of his touch, his treacherous kisses. When I’m finally done, I turn off the water, grab a towel and step out of the cubicle.

The girl staring back at me in the mirror isn’t me.

She looks… different.

Happier.

It’s a strange feeling. And part of me is angry at myself for falling for the lie. The illusion.

For forgetting who I am and where I come from.

I towel off my hair before wrapping myself in a bath sheet.

When I go back into my room, I freeze, a small gasp slipping off my lips.

In the middle of the bed is a note with my phone.

Plucking it off the bed, my heart ratchets in my chest as I read the neat scrawl.

Don’t run from me again.

T

He was here again.

In my room.

I want to be angry and maybe a little part of me is. But another emotion overrides the frustration I feel at his little drop and dash.

Excitement.

The threat is clear, but I can’t deny a little thrill goes through me at his warning.

At the promise woven into every word.

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