All Chapters of Loving The Man I Wanted To Hate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Becky’s POV I couldn’t sleep. The whole night I lay tossing and turning in bed. Had I carelessly tried to burn the house down? I know I had entered the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, but I had changed my mind and hadn’t even lit the stove, or had I? I was confused, upset, and worried. What was Philip going to do? I was up before dawn and realized I had to go back to the house to get my clothes.Trembling, I went back to the house.It wasn’t as terrible as I imagined. The kitchen walls were black, but the rest of the house wasn’t affected. I stood in the kitchen looking around. Then something on the floor caught my eye. I bent to pick it up. It was a matchstick. I stood looking at it and felt myself grow cold. I never used matches, ever. I only used lighters. And neither Phillip nor Frank, my only visitors, used matches either. So where had this stick of matches that had been used to light the gas stove come from?From the person who had lit the stove. I thought.I stood shaken and

Becky’s P.O.V I closed my bag and took a look around to be certain I did not forget something. I hadn’t. There wasn’t much to pack, just all my clothes and personal things. I still couldn’t believe Phillip had asked me to move in. I hadn’t expected it at all. I thought he would feel I had been careless, and would fire me instead. I also hadn’t expected Frank’s behavior. He was supposed to be on my side, not against me. Instead, he was trying to convince Phillip I had set the fire and was making up stories. I wondered what his problem was. I also wondered if Phil had believed my story, or maybe he hadn’t, but had asked me to move in because he wanted to play the hero.Don’t be ungrateful, Rebecca. I warned myself. I picked up the bag. I was excited by the thought of living in the same house with Philip. Would something start between us?I shook my head. He was with Celine. He won’t break up with her. Even if he tried, she would never let him be.I looked round one last time and left.

Becky’s P.O.V I stared at Phillip. “What?” I asked.He looked surprised by what he had just said. He shook his head.“No, I am sorry. That was stupid. Ignore me, I am drunk,” he said.I smiled. “Is there any other way? I will be glad to assist.”“Since you insisted, keeping me company will do,” he said. “Join me for a drink.”Feeling shy, I got closer and poured myself a drink.“Shall we?” He asked.We sat together on the couch. “How was your day?” He asked.“Good. I am happy you are here. I wanted to talk to you.”“Really? About what?”“Anna. She is very forgetful these days. I am worried about her.”“That is nothing to worry about. She is old, it is natural.”“This isn’t natural.” I hesitated, then told him about what had happened in the park.He looked surprised. “Weird, but I don’t think it means something is wrong. Gran is under a lot of stress now, with Brenda moving away. I guess that is why she is so forgetful. Nothing to worry about.”“You think so? I thought-““Don’t worr

Becky’s POV I was surprised at first, wondering if it was a dream, or maybe I was imagining it. Then I responded. We kissed for some minutes, then just as I moved closer, he suddenly pulled away.“Sorry that was…..” He stammered then shook his head. “I must be drunk. I am sorry.”“Don’t be,” I murmured.We smiled at each other.“I had better let you get some sleep,” he said.“Yeah.”“So tomorrow at 8 pm?” He asked.“Alright., till then. Good night.” I smiled and left.I felt excited and light-headed. Things were looking up for Phillip and I. Could this be the beginning of a relationship? I lay in bed dreaming of all the fun we could have as a couple, then I facepalmed when I suddenly remembered I was leaving very soon and still hadn’t told him. I had gone to see him this evening to tell him, but I hadn’t. I will tell him tomorrow. I knew he would be hurt, but I was sure he would understand. Perhaps, we might be able to work out something, and possibly make a long-distance relationshi

Phillip’s POV “Wow, it is very late,” I said, noticing she seemed sleepy. “We better get some sleep.”“I agree.” We both stood up and walked hand in hand upstairs. We paused outside her door.“Good night,” I said softly. My intention was just to peck her cheek, but her lips were so inviting that I could not help it. We kissed as passionately as we had done earlier. I was tempted to push her into the room and onto the bed. But I pulled back. It was too soon.“Goodnight,” I said again.“See you at dawn,” she whispered and walked into her room. I made for my room, and shut the door, then I relaxed on it, and smiled as I recalled the feel of her soft lips on mine. I opted for a quick bath, then I got into bed, but I was not able to sleep. I was only able to roll my body from one side to another, and with my heart beat faster like that of a teenage boy in love. It has been a ages since I had this kind of feeling, and I had vowed not to let myself go through it again. Yet here I am, resi