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His jaw locks and I watch a muscle ticking in his face.
He doesn’t take it lightly, a shadow sliding over his eyes as he disconnects from me, and I instantly regret my dismissive attitude.
For a second, he showed me something I hadn’t seen before, and I blew it with my words.
It wasn’t my intention to sound superficial, nonchalant, and careless about the whole affair.
To dismiss him with a twist of phrase.
I know what he’s talking about. But I didn’t expect him to be here. Although Alejandro had warned me about him.
But this is not about him fucking me––that thought is far removed from his head and the reality of this scene.
This is about reasserting his power.
Finding his footing with me. I sense him struggling, which is the exact thing that catches my attention.
If the last twenty-four hours have been a rollercoaster, one thing has stayed the same. There was no time for connecting deeply.
Things happened. The game was in full swing. And it was all fine.
And then people happened. And new people. And new men. Not new, new. But new as in learning new things about the men I’d shared the bed with.
And now Kai happens. On a large scale. Not expecting him to be here is one thing. But seeing him so affected by this is quite another.
It’s like there is no agreement between us.
And none of the things that have happened actually happened. And now everything has been reduced to a single point in our existence.
Why have I pulled away from him?
Yes. Why?
I think he has a hard time unclenching his jaw. I notice the veins in his neck, plump, pushing against his skin.
He looks tense and consumed. His sharp-looking clothes, without even a crease, tell me he’s spent the entire night waiting for me, standing or pacing around the room.
“Where were you?” he finally asks, his eyes blazing.
A trivial, pointless question by all means.
But we have to start our conversation somewhere as we begin to hide things from each other, him concealing everything I saw moments ago while I try to understand how I feel about it.
And frankly, I feel many things I’m not supposed to feel.
For one, I feel guilty. And then I experience this morbid attraction to his feelings, recognizing that they are dark and maybe unjustified.
That aspect captivates me even more.
With him, it’s like mentally facing a wall. No matter how hard I try to pull away from it, I’m cemented in front of it.
“I was out. You know that. You followed me around,” I throw at him dryly.
His eyes glint, a dark grin tugging at his lips. My voice has given me away. And inadvertently, it’s given him a lot.
‘It wasn’t about him,’ a voice screams in my head. ‘Me going out wasn’t about Kai.’
“You wanted attention,” he drops on me in that hoarse, dark voice of his.
