Chapter Ten MirahI switched positions, lying faceup and staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. My belly grumbled, and I fondled it gently. I'd skipped breakfast this morning, and it was still sitting on the bedside table, cold and untouched.My head ached so bad from the different thoughts that'd been flying in my mind all day. With a groan, I sat up.I sauntered into the bathroom, and splattered cold water on my face, before coming out into my room again. ‘It was a mistake.’ The words reverberated over and over in my mind, leaving a hollowed heart in its wake. I sniffled as the tears streamed down my cheeks in two thick lines.The clench of his jaw. The way his face had been set in a determined line. I should've known.What the hell had I been thinking when I allowed Zeke fuck me in his room?I knew the answer. It rang in my ears, and though I tried denying it, I couldn't.I'd fallen in love with him. The realization brought more pain than I thought it would.
Chapter Eleven. MirahI shivered as his hand cupped my mound and stroked my clit. A gasp made its way out of my throat, but he swallowed it with an intense kiss.As the sexual tension mounted, he pulled away. I stared into his lust-darkened eyes. “Why did you stop?” I whispered.“Leave.” A single word.I sat up, ignoring the throbbing between my legs. “Excuse me?” My brain struggled to catch up, and my voice was pathetically shaky.“Leave Mirabella.” He said again, and I clambered off the bed. My hand was on the doorknob, when I turned again.“This night never happened.” I hurried out of the room without waiting for his response.That happened nights ago. As I leaned against the headboard that morning, after a wicked hangover, I wondered what festivity was on. Even the maids that'd served breakfast and lunch had queer looks on their faces.“What's happening?” I tried asking one of them, but got no response. She simply stared at me like I was a clown, before
Chapter Twelve MirahThe next few days passed by in a blur. Mostly of me crying myself to sleep each night. Continuing from where I stopped during the day, and the cycle started all over again.Steam rolled off my body as I stepped out of the shower on Monday evening. I dried off my hair, and walked over to the bed. I ignored the tray containing my dinner, and hugged myself. Breakfast had been taken away. And it was just as they'd brought it.Untouched.I bit on my lower lip hard, wincing as the coppery taste of blood flowed into my mouth. I thought Zeke would relent as the days passed by.But as the days rolled on, it became evident that he was truly keeping me imprisoned here. The sooner I came to the realization, hatred sprouted in my heart. I cringed at my naive self ever thinking that he had even the teeny-weeny bit of feeling for me. You don't imprison someone you have feelings for.The rattle of the window jutted through my thoughts, and I jumped. The
Chapter Thirteen. ZekeDark ornate vases lined the corridor, as I walked alongside Master Ragnarok to his study. Like every other room in his castle, I hated the smell of old wood, and the out-of-date portraits hanging on the wall.He continued talking as we walked. “...as befitting the king-to-be. The marriage has to be best that ever was.” He flashed me a broad smile, which I reciprocated with a tight one of my own.Days ago, Master Ragnarok had asked to see me. It turned out Darcel had told him about the incident at the bar. A completely twisted version.Expecting to see him flare up, I'd gotten wary when he beamed me a warm smile, and shook my hand. “Great to see you taking the much-awaited step forward.” He'd said, leaving me bewildered.As he continued in his excitement, I finally realized what was going on. She'd told him I wanted to tie the knot officially.I'd never been helpless as I was at that moment. Saying no, would be going back on the engagemen
Chapter Fourteen. MirahI padded over to the kitchen, clad in my sleepwear. My eyes were half open, as I took a bottle of juice from the fridge.I'd only taken a second gulp, when voices from the door halted my movement. Nessa should have gone to work by this time. So I wondered where the noise was coming from.I placed the bottle on the island, and hurried out of the kitchen.Nessa stood at the entrance talking to someone. I'd never seen her so worked up before.“Just leave, Mr Qyle.” She hissed, getting ready to shut the door.I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of who Mr Qyle was, but all I could see was a blue suit. He was saying something, when she banged the door on his face.She abruptly turned, and was startled to see me. “Hey, you're up?” She asked in the guilty tone of someone who'd been caught doing something bad.A mischievous smile tugged at my lips. “No, don't even start.” She held up her hand, and went over to take a seat.“Is that how estranged our
Chapter Fifteen. Mirah“A monster won't emerge from the door, young lady. Relax.” Nessa assured, as she threw some popcorn into her mouth.But even with her assurance, I couldn't help but feel wary. It was already the third day since I encountered Jayden at the shopping mall. The third day since I had restless nights.“Do you think he'd come here?” I asked Nessa in a defeated tone. She regarded me for a moment, and turned back to the TV's lit screen. We were watching one of her favorite thrillers. “He's wiser than that. Relax, Mirah.” She cooed.I nodded and turned back to watching the thriller. My mind was disconcerted, my head feeling woozy.“Do you have some tequila?” I asked her after a while.She looked at me with an odd expression. “You don't drink.” More of a statement than a question.That was then. Before I allowed a certain vampire help me escape. Thinking about Zeke made me began drinking.“People change.” I shrugged, and grabbed my bowl of popcorn from
Chapter Sixteen. ZekeOver the years, I'd lessened my intake of blood. Mainly because of its intoxication, and addiction. I relaxed into my swivel chair, watching the starry night through the open ceiling. This place was my little alcove; hidden from the rest of the castle. It was where I could always unwind, and get away from the pressuring life of royalty.Glass after glass of blood, and I found myself becoming tipsy. I couldn't think. Couldn't feel.All I could see was- her. Everything in my room reminded me of her. When she'd moved out of my room the first time, she left her clothes in the closet. Even her perfumes were still intact. And now that she was finally gone, they were still there.My wedding with Darcel was in two weeks. And Lord knew I wasn't looking forward to it.“Loosen up, Zeke. Twisting your face like that would only scare women away from you.” A familiar voice tore through my self-wallowing.I turned my chair around to face the man who was leaning against the ent
Chapter Seventeen. MirahMy mother's call, and Jayden's threat vanished to the back of my mind as the days passed by. As Nessa's birthday party approached, I focused on persuading her to have a big birthday party. She was turning twenty-three after all.After countless reasons why she should throw a mini party, invite people, instead of the little stay-at-home birthday celebration we usually had, my efforts finally paid off.Hultons was the perfect and most expensive hotel in America. It was where the party was being held. Brightly illuminated, with guests moving around, it was worth the money.“Thank you,” I smiled at a passing waiter, and grabbed a glass of red wine. I watched as the celebrant attended to her guests.But with the look on her face, I knew she'd rather be eating an apple, than to chat with the man currently at her front. And Nessa hated apples.I caught her pleading look, and grinned inwardly. I was about to go over, when I caught the sight of someone.