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I was waiting for him in front of his study when he walked back inside.
“Are you all right?” He asked with one eyebrow raised.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay, that does not sound good at all.” He was leaning one hand against the door, and the other was holding his cane. “Are you all right?”
He was being so kind that I wanted to break down and sob right there in front of him, but I didn’t.
“Yeah.” When I said nothing else, he drew back and opened the door, stepping aside for me to walk in first.
When I heard the door click shut behind me, I turned to him, and he was still standing there, leaning against the door.
“What? Did my mother say something?”
“No.” I lied so smoothly. It was ridiculous, and I avoided his gaze. “I think we should no longer do this.” I finally said.
For a long while, he said nothing until I looked up to meet his gaze, and I could not look away.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice sounded strange and stiff.
“I meant we should probably stop having sex.” I immediately looked away from him the second the words left my mouth.
“You’re my patient, and you’re already healing. You’ll probably want to return to your inner circle when you’re completely healed, and this thing between us just complicates things. It’s better–”.
“Fine.”
His words stopped my rambling, and my eyes glanced up sharply to his.
“Excuse me?”
“I said fine. If that’s what you want, then I won’t stop you.”
“Oh,” I said stupidly, a little confused by how blase he was about this.
“Did you want anything else?” he asked when I said nothing.
“No.”
“All right then.” He stepped away from the door, a clear gesture that he wanted me to leave, and I stumbled out of the office.
I was barely outside when the door closed sharply after me. All I could do was walk back to my room, all the while wondering what the hell had just happened.
Chapter 22
Vanessa
Thingswereweird.
I still felt awful; six days after Colleen made me feel smaller than I’d ever felt in my life, resulting in my break up with the one man who’d made me feel much more than I’d ever felt for any man… ever. I would have preferred it if Christian had reverted to his mean self, or if he had been ignoring me like I wished he would. It would have been better if he was doing all of those things, but it was worse because he wasn't; he was being nice to me instead!
I had never been on good terms with any of my past boyfriends. Never. The day we broke up was the day I stopped talking to them, or even being nice to them. But the funny thing was that I did not know if Christian and I had been in a relationship or not. We’d done everything backward. From our first kiss to having sex, and then to him taking me out on dates. In all this, we never talked about what we were or put a label on anything. We’d just gone with the flow until I cut the flow, and decided that we needed to stop having sex, all because his ice-queen mother had stuck a pin in the bubble of my self-confidence and I deflated like a balloon castle after a children’s party.
He was being nice and cordial to me like the past few months had not happened, and it was maddening. So six days after Colleen had gone, I had walked into the gym to take out my anger on the treadmill. I was not a gym person, but it felt like I needed an outlet, and this was the next best thing.
Christian was in the gym when I walked in and he’d been doing sit-ups. He was shirtless and sweating from exertion and my insides turned to liquid the second I set my eyes on him.
He’d looked up almost immediately before I noticed him and I could I swear on my mother’s life that I saw him smirk.
