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TWENTY FOUR

DAMON

"I don't want you," I replied quietly. "I will never let you have your way, Selena."

Why does that feel like a lie?

Why does my heart thump each time I tell myself that?

Why does it feel like I am denying myself something I want when in fact, I am almost certain I don't want Selena?

I don't want to be with a woman who tortures people and controls the country.

So, why?

Why does my heart keep acting like I'm feeding it lies?

I gave up searching for the key and just stood facing the door as the sound of running water reached my ears.

Then, I quickly washed my hands because I couldn't bear to see the blood on my palms anymore.

~

"You should have joined me," Selena spoke as she stepped out of the shower.

I finally turned. With a determined look on my face, I glared at her. I noted the tiny bubbles of water that formed around her shoulder area. A small tattoo was imprinted on her upper chest as well.

With that same determination retained, I found myself thinking about some
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