All Chapters of His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I didn’t know when they left. I could not say for sure what had come over me, only that as soon as I had hurled those hurtful words at my father, I knew that I was never going to be able to take them back again, and I had seen Gran cry…I had made Gran cry.“Shit,” I whispered under my breath and ran my hands through my hair.The house felt eerily silent, the absence of noise so absolute, so final… I had finally gotten them to see that I was not the person that they had been thinking I was. If there had been any doubt about it before, now they knew… I was monster, but I was not worthy to be called William Bracknell.I ran my hands through my hair again, my head lowered even as I sat on the edge of the bed. I stared at the floor with wide eyes that saw nothing.I was vaguely aware of my ringing phone, but I could not bring myself to even move, talk more of engaging in another conversation. I blew out an exhale and stayed this way, my eyes and head eventually becoming too heavy and succ

I stared out of the window, watching the cityscape whizz by as we moved in Adrian’s vehicle because I did not want to look at him and give him the opportunity to begin to make small talk.Adrian was driving with his head pinned straight ahead, but on more than a few occasions, he had turned around to look at me, offer a very sincere smile and then look back again, trying to catch glimpses of me until I had warned him to stay on the road.I didn’t want to give him any ideas. Anyone at work who heard that I was living with Adrian would get the wrong idea, and the wrong idea was the last thing that I wanted to give anyone. The news about Tristan was barely dying down, the report seemingly carried on by a new surging wave, except this time, the publication was less derogatory.Tristan had said that he would take care of the publicity and he had somehow managed to do that, changing the publications on so many levels that only a fool would attempt to run any smear piece on the story.At the

I screeched in front of the house and waited until Adrian was out of the car before I slammed the door and cursed under my breath.Of all the things!I had objected to Adrian’s idea of us going out in the first place, but being taken to that place… like I was just some person without worth or self-value.I stormed up the stairs leading to his room without waiting to check if he was coming up after me or not. I was with the keys to the car, so I wasn’t really worried about Adrian driving off, especially now that he was under the influence.I jammed the keys to the house in and turned aggressively, almost snapping the key in the lock as I blew into the room with all the grace of a hurricane.I went straight up to the bathroom upstairs and turned on the shower. I peeled my coat from my body. It had gotten sticky warm inside the club. I don’t know who told them that was an aesthetic that they should try to live up to.The idea of a sweaty sticky man just panting all over me as he tried to

I stilled, watching Tristan’s.His eyes bored into mine, his expression flat but intense. I decided that the better course of action was not to try to play the fool. If he was asking, then he probably already knew.“There’s nothing going on between Adrian and I.”Tristan’s gaze was direct, unsmiling. “Did I not tell you that you belong to me, William?”“And I’m telling you that there’s nothing going on between us.”“You have been spotted not once now, entering at the same time that Adrian arrives, coming in the same car… is there something that I’m missing?”I folded my arms and took a defensive pose. “Are you stalking me?”“I’m stating clearly where my interests lie, William,” said Tristan as he moved closer to me. “The question now is where your interests lie.”He was right in front of me, his impossible height bearing down on me with an inhuman grace. The air that he exuded simply be existing…I stepped back. “You already know what I want, Tristan. If I was looking for a fling or I

I was at the office almost an hour early the next morning, hoping to avoid any confrontations or accidental run-ins with Adrian. Yesterday had easily been the most complicated night of my life, and it didn’t help that I was nursing a hangover from all the drinking we did, and then the trauma of Adrian kissing me…“God, I’m in shit,” I sighed to myself. Why was everything happening to me? And at the same time, too.At first, it had been Caleb who had almost single-handedly ruined my entire life and then breezed out like he had never been there, only to keep his hooks in once he saw that there was the remotest sign of me growing, of me healing… his hooks were thorns in my flesh, designed to cut and wound and make me bleed at every possible moment.Then Adrian who was for the most part, confused about what he wanted. I knew one thing, though. I didn’t want to be with him.I wasn’t going to be with anyone to compensate or even because of pity. If I didn’t want them, I didn’t need them.Th