Chapter 38 Chapter Thirty Eight
KING’S POV- 37
Lucky for him, Brent is nothing but a ball-less sack of shit that’s all bark and no bite because he drops her hand instantly like a scalding potato as soon as I dared him to fuck around and find out. In the mood I’m in right now, it’s probably the smartest thing he could have done so I’ll let him have that.
“Are you with him now? Is he my replacement?” He asks, glaring at her to keep his illusion of control over the situation, his eyes shinning with a conflicting amount of both guilt and anger.
“Is he the reason you haven’t been taking my calls?”
Candy sighs, everything about her screaming resignation and exhaustion and for an insane second there I almost cave in to the insane urge to knock her ranting ex out just to give her a break. Knowing her though, she won’t appreciate the effort and I’m currently not better than the bastard in her books so I keep still.
“The reason I’m not taking your calls is the fact that I caught you with Lindsay, Brent, having sex in the middle of the day, in our bed! How are you not getting that?” She asks him with clear exasperation.
“I’ve apologized a million times, baby, I keep telling you that was a mistake and I get it if you’re still angry about that but please, I just need you to listen to me this once.”
“You don’t have any ounce of shame or decency, it’s repulsive. Go back to your fiancée before I’m forced to put you on a leash and walk you back like the stray you are.”
“Candy....”
He starts getting closer again before realizing I’m still here and won’t think twice about harming him if he comes any closer. Pausing, he takes a long look at me, recognition taking over his face in rapture as I smile lightly. Of course he remembers now.
“You.....you’re the same bastard from the bar! How the fuck did I miss that?” He shakes his head like he’s just had a light bulb moment and found the best ammunition to explain his stupidity before turning to her again but it’s clear he’s still scared for his life because he doesn’t come any closer.
“He’s no better than I am, you know. I saw him at Roman’s the other a week, all over Lindsay like a damn rash.” He smiles at the look on her face as she turns to glare at me in more disgust than he’d been receiving.
“How long have you been in Chicago really?”
Fuck this puny little pussy, I’m definitely seeing him after this and I know already which bloody body part of his I’ll be taking for fucking souvenir.
“I visited strictly for business, left the same day.”
“Business?” Her faces scrunches up, her eyes filled with disappointment and furious tears that damn near bring me to my knees.
“I can’t deal with any of this bullshit anymore. Both of you can go to hell for all I care.”
Turning around, she walks back into the same building she just exited, disappearing into it. I don’t follow her because I know exactly what floor she going to, what door she’ll be unlocking in a minute, I know everything that should have me chasing after her before clearing this idiot here.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?” He stutters as I yank him back from going after her either, pinning him against the car behind me and towering over him dangerously.
“I’ll let this time skip because I believe your two brain cells girlfriend didn’t get my message across the last time but this is the last grace you get from me. If I ever see you within five feet of her, if I catch you breathing the same air as her, it’ll take God himself to keep you on this same planet and from me.”
He’s shaking, that’s good and that will be enough if I’m in any way, shape of form bluffing.
“Am I clear?”
He nods and when I don’t back down he damn near starts screaming.
“Fuck, yes, you can have her. She’s all yours, man.”
I wait until I’m sure he’s not going to have a sudden change of mind before I turn and walk through the doors of Candy’s apartment complex.
It’s decent, modern and exactly like something you’ll pick on a whim to prove a point just like I figure she did.
I take the elevator to her floor, easily finding her door because Remy did his due diligence. It’s why I came in the first place.
I didn’t realize how badly I needed to see her again until that night I found myself outside her house and watched her run up to me like she was dying to see me too and I’ve been in hell ever since.
I couldn’t take it anymore so I had Remy find her for me, hoping to catch even if it’s just a glimpse to feed whatever it is she set lose in my head with no plans of being caught or getting involved.
For all my bravado, I’m not sure she’ll answer or what I intend to say to her if she does because unlike Brent the bitch, I’m not in denial about how fucked my situation is and how badly I messed up. Hell, I’ve tried to save her from my mess by staying away but it’s been pure torture.
I keep waking up from dreams with her in it, hating me, loving me, cussing me out, capturing my body with hers, clawing my back, moaning my name........
I couldn’t take any more of it without losing my mind.
I need to sort this thing between us out if I want any hope of making progress with why I’m in fucking Chicago and not New York and that includes finding a way out of my engagement to her sister because that will be the beginning of the end in a best cade scenario.
Using the doorbell, I wait to see if she’ll answer. I could give up, probably should too but I’m not good at taking my own advice.
I’m not sure how long I stand outside, pressing on the damn bell but she finally opens the door.
The first thing I notice are her red eyes and how exhausted and done she looks.
She’s been crying.
“You’re a fucking hypocrite, you know that right?” She asks quietly, the fight and fire gone from her voice as her sad eyes watch me.
They look almost like they did that morning she came to my door with a bottle of wine in hand for apology except this time they’re sad and teary. They’d been the first part of her to trap my attention and refuse to let go before the rest of her entrapped and consumed me in the best two weeks of my life.
“Why are you here? Is Peach not enough for you, do you want us both now? And what do I even call you, Nikandr, Kingston, Mr Cobb?”
The heel of her palm dashes under her eye to catch the fresh tear trying to escape.
“Is Nikandr even your name? Lied about that too, didn’t you?”
“No.”
My voice sounds different to my own ears.
“Only my mom ever calls me that.”
She makes a small sound in the back of her throat and I have no idea if she believes me or not. I desperately want her to, if not anything else then this but my chances aren’t looking good.
Yasuki could have chosen anyone else, any other family and I’d have endured this, lived with it and given my all for family but this? This is cruel and pure torture and I’m not sure how much more of it I can take before I snap.