All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 89*****NEED TO RUN.MICAH.Oscar was gone, leaving me stuck with him. I didn't know how he’d cleared out without a sound, but my eyes locked onto Blaze as he folded his arms over his chest. "Who were you sitting with?" Blaze asked, his voice low, steady, and sharp."Nobody," I said, my teeth clicking together. I forced myself to look directly into his pale eyes. "I dropped my napkin. I was going to pick it up."I shoved my chair back to stand, but Blaze reached straight across the small table. His gloved fingers clamped around my forearm, pinning my wrist flat against the zinc top."Sit down," he said softly.A couple at the next table turned their heads, and I felt the heat rising up my neck, burning my ears. I forced myself back into the chair and Blaze pushed the napkin toward me with his free hand. He didn't let go until a few seconds later and snapped two fingers at a passing waiter. "I'd like an espresso." He ordered, without breaking eye contact with me, and he ask

BLAZE.The leather chair groaned under my weight as I slouched back and stared at the dark glass ceiling. Nothing helped to soothe my heart. My cheek burned as Micah's words came back to me. “I am so sick and tired of you only wanting me so you could fuck!...I wish I could get you out of my life for good. I want you out permanently!” My hand loosened my tie and tossed it on the table. I felt my pulse roar in my ears and a primal feeling crawled in. Why did he always have to refuse me? What did I do wrong? I had everything under control. I was so sure he would pick me. I had given him space, time and made sure to not push too hard, but he wouldn't choose me. “Goddamn it,” I roared, slapping the folders off my desk and lowered my head. My breathing rushed and I couldn't stop thinking. Micah was driving me insane, and he did it with pride. He played without even being a player and I was at the losing end. He was pretending I didn't exist…after making me feel for him. After he had m

BLAZE.The moment I loosened my grip, Micah slapped my hand away from his mouth."What are you doing?" he whispered in a panicked tone. He glanced all around the dimly lit room before returning his steely gaze at me. "How did you even get in here?"I ignored his question, not in the mood to explain myself or the reason why I had opened the window. "Get your sweater on," I said. "You're coming with me.""Like hell I will," he said, pulling the woolen blanket higher over his chest. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Blaze. I'm in my own house.""I'm not asking, Micah."I grabbed his wrist to get him up but he jerked himself free and dug his heels against the sofa cushion to stop himself from rising. He meant to stay put on the couch and throw his weight against me until the morning if I gave him the chance and I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't have the luxury to waste anymore time on his stubbornness. I didn't wait for him to come out of his haze and try to convince me otherwise o

BLAZE.Jaden’s eyes met mine for a second and he shrugged his shoulders before responding. "Because Damien is going to tear down everything I worked hard to build," Jaden said, his voice hardening. "Damien thinks he owns the B-side territory, and sadly, he's the reigning lord. He likes having me around so long as I have those codes and manifests for the harbor shipments. But he's tearing up the city looking for them, and the minute he finds where I hid them, he'll put a bullet in my brain, then he'll come after you.""Sounds like your problem to me," I said, angling for a closer inspection. "I don't fight your battles."Jaden stepped closer, the shadow of the umbrella deepening over his pale eyes. "You're not going to have a choice, son. Damien isn't coming after your throne. He's already taken your seat."Something tight in my chest loosened, but I kept my face impassive."You think you can keep that boy safe in your hovel?" Jaden's laughter was a low, grinding sound. "Damien knows w

MICAH.My phone lay face-up on the polished wood of my desk. I punched in his number for the fifth time since six in the morning, and held the receiver tightly against my ear.It rang four times before it went to voicemail, and it beeped loudly, making me hiss like a snake for the hundredth time. This man was after my sanity and I was letting him. I didn't leave a message, not even a single word. Instead, I ended the call and my fingers flew across the keyboard as I composed an angry message.[Are you ignoring me?]I stared at the screen, watching as the tiny little delivery notification blinked. And I got nothing, not even a typing bubble playing on the screen or an accidental reply. I swallowed the knot in my throat, and my thumb hovering over the send key as I typed out three variations of texts about my whining and deleted them all because they sounded awful.After deleting the next ten messages, I settled on one that wouldn’t hurt my pride.[If you're ignoring me because of wha