34|Eventually

~Rylee~

Still silence hovered inside the penthouse, but it’s the serene kind, comfortable even. Klaus is still fast asleep. It’s already dark outside. I knew he needed the rest from the bruises on his body when I slipped out of bed.

It must’ve been a surprise discovering me in his bed last night.

But I have to go back to my room tonight. I tidied up, changed my beddings, cleaned my bathroom, and read a book just to kill time.

Sloan is still trying to reach out to me, leaving voicemails daily, which I directed to trash without hearing. I’m not ready to talk to him, nor will I ever be for a while, I think. My decision left me unemployed indefinitely, though. He might be offering me a job in one of those voicemails, but I’m too pissed to hear his voice.

This wasn’t the first time we argued, and I still care for him. He’s my best friend, and I don’t want to say things I’d regret later on.

I was in the middle of soaking bread crumbs in milk, a panade for the Italian meatballs I intend