Arabel's POV
Richard kisses me with every ounce of passion and it makes me feel bad about leaving.
Even though I don't feel like going back to London alone, I really need to. Work is calling, and I have to go back to my staff at home.
“I will come see you next week, as soon as I am done with this shitload!” He mutters, cursing beneath his breath as he drags a pleat of hair behind my ear.
With a light smile on my face, I nod.
Since the night with Richard, he has been so clingy that it scares me so much. I thought I was the clingy one, but he is worse.
Marrying him again is no longer in question, and I hope he doesn't ask me that anytime soon, because the answer would be no.
This is just because I can't help it.
I want to test the waters. Even though my emotions are taking over my head.
Richard has been treating me right. So fucking right that it scares me. It makes me happy. And it makes me so sad.
It's so fucking crazy with the whirlwind of emotions I am feeling these days. It makes m
