All Chapters of Love Me, Loathe Me.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Morning at Lance Wesker’s estate does not begin simply with the sun rising. Staff are already milling about doing their day jobs, everything is up and running before the man himself, and today, it starts before the boy makes the first move out of bed.It begins very early with Nathan padding down the stairs with his loud feet, slamming down every inch as he scrambles to get to the lower floor but since it's his first morning here, it's a little hard and he keeps opening and closing doors before actually getting to the one he's after.Nathan wakes before the sun has fully claimed the sky, the excitement of being in a new house refusing to let him sleep any longer than he possibly tried to. He pads down the hallway in oversized socks, hair messy, eyes too bright for someone who woke up literally ten minutes before, already narrating his own adventure under his breath.Lance is awake too anyway, hearing as the boy goes down the stairs in a hurry while he worries about him falling down th

What the start of a day in one is the worsened version of a ruined day in another. While Mavis is a little calmed knowing that there's someone standing in the gap for her out there, in here...The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in just enough light to soften the room without fully waking it. The city outside hums faintly in the distance, cars already moving, people already late for something.Langdon adjusts the cuff of his shirt as he steps out of the bedroom, already dressed in preparation for the day. His tie hangs loose around his neck, not yet tightened, his watch sitting perfectly against his wrist. He moves with that same controlled precision he carries everywhere, every action deliberate, every second accounted for. He also has a business to run and it's not going to move without him, not on an important like this one.In the living room, Tiara is curled into the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, a light throw draped lazily over her lap. A mug of cold, forgotten tea sit

Lance does not move from where he stands, but his presence alone shifts the entire atmosphere of the hallway.He looks composed on the surface, dressed as though he had just stepped out of a boardroom rather than into whatever this is, but there is obviously something as thick as dislike beneath the way he looks at Langdon, and it's not lost on Mavis.His gaze lingers briefly on Mavis before settling fully on Langdon again. “You’re in my house, what an unpleasant surprise."Mavis pauses, looking between the two of them, unsure of what to make of the situation."What's..." She starts but lets her voice die out.Langdon lets out a quiet breath through his nose, straightening his shoulders as he turns to face him fully. There is no hesitation in him, no attempt to soften the situation, not after the phone call, not after everything that has already been said between them.“And you’re acting like you didn’t drag her here without her will, I can tell,” he replies, his voice steady but edg

"Let's break up, Langdon."Tiara keeps the phone pressed against her ear after saying the words, her gaze fixed on the city beyond the large window of her apartment.The afternoon sun stretches lazily across the buildings outside, bright and golden in a way that feels almost insulting compared to the heaviness sitting in her chest. She's said it, she has actually said the words, she almost breathes in relief but she holds it in, unsure of what's coming next.On the other end of the line, Langdon says absolutely nothing, not immediately, not even a loud breath crosses through the receiver into her ears.The utter silence drags on long enough for her grip on the phone to tighten slightly. For one ridiculous second, she wonders if the call dropped and peeks at the phone's screen to see that it's still connected, it's just... silent.“Langdon?” she asks flatly. “Are you still there?”There is another mini-long pause, then suddenly, he laughs, maybe more like a snicker even.Not warmly, a

While kissing her like his life depends on it, he reluctantly breaks it off, picking her up effortlessly, holding on to her butt and pressing her body to himself.She wraps herself around his body in return, choosing to not think about what tomorrow will be like, but for now, she's trying to enjoy this moment with this man that she's starting to fall hard for all over again.He bends his head into the crook of her neck and then whispers, "Let's take this away from his room before he wonders what the noise is about and comes to check."She chuckles and nods, letting him lead the way down to his room, his kissing her neck occasionally enough of a reminder of what they are going up for.On getting to the room, he sets her down gently on the bed, sits on the edge of the bed, his back to her. He pulls a t-shirt over his head, the muscles in his shoulders shifting and rolling under the skin as the fabric settles into place. He turns slightly, catching her gaze, and a slow, easy grin sprea