Chapter Eighty-nine

ELSA'S POV

By the time Arthur left my room, it was three-fourteen Am so it was safe to say I had gotten no rest. At all. The answer he gave me was kind of encrypted and who doesn't hate that kind of answer? I love you, believe that. That he loves me does not give me all the assurance I needed. His ex-girlfriend with the enormous, silicone boobs was always trying to shove it down his throat, or on his face. It was always chilly around here and yet she cannot go a day without wearing crops with rips across it. Even on T-shirts, I still felt a bit cool. It was beginning to prove all the thoughts that had been going on through my head, yet everyone, especially Arthur thinks I'm being paranoid and jealous. Okay, jealous? A bit. But paranoid? The hell not.

His sister was also not helping matters, she always had her guns out aiming at me. Always looking for a fight. Always making mean comments. About me, about everyone. Except for the men she wants on her bed, of course. Like Andrew. I wou