Chapter 28 The Chance
Lina's POV
I didn't bother to wait for an explanation from Noel, I simply grabbed my bag from the bed and stormed towards the door. I paused and glanced over my shoulder one last time—I shot him one deadly glance, shook my head softly and yanked at the door at once.
My chest rose and fell with enough anger to burn the whole floor down.
The moment I stepped out, I slammed the door so loud so hard behind me that the walls trembled and I felt the chandelier above me flickered for a second.
I didn't care if I even brought down the whole building out of amger—I just wanted to get out of here—away from him, away from everything, away from the truth.
I let our a heavy sigh of relief, but I wasn't relieved—I felt even worse.
I couldn’t control the expression on my face. I frowned so hard I could probably play a scary Halloween girl at a party without even needing makeup.
While I stood behind Noel's closed doors, one of the janitors cleaning the hallway suddenly paused when she saw me, her fingers tightening around the vacuum cleaner handle. She didn’t speak or try to move; she just kept staring while I tried to calm myself down. Her eyes looked worried—like she was silently asking if I was okay, if something was wrong—but her mouth didn’t utter a single word.
I didn't say a word to her either, I simply looked away and matched straight into the elevator, stabbing my trembling fingers into the button.
I locked eyes with the cleaning woman one last time as the elevator doors slid shut. My shoulders instantly dropped, the anger still buzzing under my skin like electricity.
While the elevator took me down to the ground floor, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the argument I’d just pulled myself out of. Maybe I had pushed things too far. Maybe I shouldn’t have raised my voice and should have just listened to Noel—to hear what he had to say.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let my emotions slip out of control. Perhaps, if we hadn’t had sex, things would still have remained cool between us.
Whatever this situation is called—I hate it already.
Could this be the end of us?
Will he find a reason to come back to me? To maybe consider that we are humans, the greatest of all creatures…so we have to take action, not cower away?
My thoughts spun, spiraling faster and faster, dragging me with them. Every scenario, every word, every look replayed in my mind in a loop I couldn’t escape.
After a while, and as I was almost lost in thought, the elevator finally reached the ground floor with a soft ding. The doors began to slide open—slowly, carefully, like they knew I needed just a second longer, like they were giving me time to catch up with myself.
I paused, frozen in place. The doors were wide open, waiting patiently, silently, almost judging me. Waiting for me to step out. But I didn’t move. My body was rooted to the spot, my mind tangled, my heart sinking all the way down to my stomach.
Instinctively, my hand searched my pocket. Empty. Of course, empty.
“Fuck, shit,” I hissed under my breath. “My phone.”
I couldn’t believe it. Of all things to forget…my phone, left behind in Noel’s hotel room.
Oh hell, I think I’m finally losing my mind. Of course, who wouldn’t? Seven years—seven years of believing the only man I ever loved was gone, disappeared, maybe even dead. And then…he showed up. Just like that. Seven years, gone, vanished, and suddenly here he is. Tonight. The universe made him look into my eyes, to see me, to touch me, to kiss me, and bury all his needs, wants, desire, pain, lust—everything—inside me, like I was the last woman standing on earth.
How could I not forget my phone in his room?
Honestly…that feeling…that raw, real, undeniable ecstasy…I never thought I’d ever feel this way. Never.
Maybe things didn’t end well tonight, yeah. Maybe the argument, the tension, the frustration—but that sex. That’s all I needed to feel…good. To feel…satisfied. Just thinking about it is enough to make me feel whole again.
What can a woman do? I let him sink in. I let him hold me. I let him tuck me close like he used to seven years ago. And h
ere we are now…just here…confused. Enraged. Torn.