7~I Don't Make Love, I Fuck

Kaizen's POV

I tiredly walked down the stairs, feeling guilty as hell. I felt like I needed to apologize to Aurora for my harsh words and what I did earlier, but my pride would never allow me to do that. It was as if there was an invisible force that made me want to go close to her and at the same time—push her away.

This was one of the reasons why I didn't want a mate, they made things complicated and so nerve-wracking. I wasn't the type of man to feel guilt or any type of emotion except anger, rage and pleasure. Any other emotion makes one weak.

Then she just had to walk in on me banging that whore —what was her name again? Chennai? Cheyney? Cheyenne? Yes, Cheyenne. That was her name, I think. I hadn't intended on Aurora walking in on us. Try as I might, I couldn't wipe off the hurt expression on her face from my head. And that made me feel even more guilty, and I hated it. I hated that feeling.

Wanting to push her farther away from me, I didn't stop fucking Cheyenne. I even wen