I want to throw up. Again.
The touch of his lips on mine still drove in me the same amount of disgust it always did.
My stomach tightened more. Can I just throw up in his mouth?
It's okay Cara, hold on more, it is all going as planned, come on.
I shakily brought my hand up before I let my fingers lightly rest over his cheek feeling the rasp of his light stubble against my fingertips. Shame gripped me by the throat. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, no matter what my motivations behind it are, I shouldn't be doing it.
Cara's POVSilence swallowed the room after he uttered those few words, a deafening stillness the screamed of all my confusion.Uncle?That's not the answer I was expecting.Not at all.My eyebrows pulled together, "Your uncle?" I asked, still trying to get a grip on it, "Why would your uncle hurt you?"Something flashed in his eyes darkening them again, the weak expression fell off and the unconquerable mask came back on. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he said, "I was a threat to him."I understand nothing.
Alex's POVAgitation ratcheted higher as I stared back at Ashton and waited for his reaction. Anxiety crawled beneath my skin, hate and fear and this sense of fading hope overwhelmed my body as I stood there waiting for his punch, waiting for his fist to collide with my jaw or maybe my stomach, because well, you never know. Let's just hope he won't go for Alex junior, that damage can't be easily fixed, I tell you.He scrunched his eyebrows and took one step forward, I immediately took one backward, "What do you mean Nikolas have them?"Roman cursed something under his breath, "He's doing this to get back on us, isn't he?" He hissed.I turned and shot him a gla