CHAPTER 18 :

"I asked you so that, I'd know if you were being honest." He looks at me with weary eyes.

"Who broke that piece of concrete wall right off from your castle?" I ask him, running a hand through his hair.

"It was me. I saw you kiss him...and I became furious." His narrows his eyes at me.

"And, did you really break a glass in my room?" I ask, appalled.

"Yes. I saw you call him at 2 at night and I've been furious since then." He replies.

"Were you in my room when I was asleep?" I remark.

"Yes. I watched you sleep." He suddenly rises up from the bed, as he puts on his pants.

"Why? And where are you going?" I gape at him, sitting on the bed.

"Going to my own room. Because, I wouldn't obviously lie on the same bed with someone for whom I don't have any feelings for, except the sexual urges." His eyes are cold, stoic. What is this?

Where is the warmth I last saw in his eyes? It's almost like, someone has stabbed me in the heart, and I feel like I'm on the verge of tears. So, he just slept with me because he wanted a quick fuck? I feel like, he needed used me as a tissue. Plus, I can't quite believe my own ears.

"And Grey, listen, if you want me for a night — no, let's be clear about this. If you ever wanna have sex with me, within the six months of being together, all you have to do is just ask. Don't go around kissing other guys. I have a reputation here, and since you're my husband now, so do you. Don't spoil it." His face gives nothing away, as he shrugs and puts his cape back on.

"I'm the best person for the “no strings attached” kind of stuff. I won't develop feelings, no matter how many times I sleep with you. So, want my body for a night? Just ask, and you'll have it."

With one last look at me, he strides out of the room closing it behind him. He just treated me as if I were some whore, he'd kept in his “oh-so-precious” castle. The one he can fuck whenever he likes to. I'm all about hearts and flowers. Night stands are disgusting. He thinks that I just want the sex! Does he really think that low of me?

Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into? I never hated him. I just despised his cold behaviour. His indifference. His words made me literally feel like, all I am to him, is like a legal sex partner, who'd warm the bed for him every night. I think, I've just fallen in love with him. I know I have. How did I let that happen? It's not a tiny childhood crush for hell's sake. What have I done? I let him get under my skin.

Maybe, things would've gotten easier if I hated him. I bury my head in my hands, as I contemplate what to do. I put my pants on as I rush towards the bathroom and I close the door behind me.

I wash my face with the tap water, as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

"What have you done, Daemon Grey?" I am furious at myself.

"Why did you lose control? When have you started losing control?!?" I pull the mirror right off from the wall as I slam on the floor.

It breaks into several pieces, but even then, the scarred reflection from all those glass shards keep staring back at me.

"Fuck! I don't know what I feel! Why did I sleep with him?" I lean against the wall as tears trickle down my cheeks. It means nothing to him! I mean nothing to him!

"That's it!" I tell myself, as I open the bathroom door, and even before I realise it, I'm out of the main door as well. I'm in the dimly lit hallways, trying to figure out his room. He's gonna act like an asshole? He'll see.