Chapter 45 Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Five
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Zeke
“I've broken lots of rules. Adding some more to it, wouldn't hurt.”
He nodded, and turned back to his phone. I adjusted my position into a more comfortable one. Only that after twenty minutes, I still remained restless.
I glanced at my wristwatch. 1:00am.
Barcon's activities would be in full swing. I didn't think- just stood up, grabbed at my phone, and swung out of the apartment.
“Don't sleep over,” I said to Qyle who barely spared me a glance nor responded to my statement.
The fucker.
I decided against using the car, to drive over to the bar. It was past midnight, and the people that loitered around the streets of Vermont weren't much.
I leaped into the night air, and made my way straight to Barcon. I'd die if I didn't catch one more glimpse of her, before I retired for the night.
…
Coming to Barcon turned out to be a mistake—or a blessing, whichever one I chose to believe. A mistake, because for the past fifty minutes, Mirah had been actively avoiding my stare.
She'd seen me walk in- if the brief look of surprise earlier on, confirmed it. Then she turned to her customers, and that was the last time she looked at me. Even when I'd ordered a drink.
She just served me, with a bland voice that stabbed right into my heart.
A blessing, because I got to see her again. She was dressed in a short skirt that skidded mid-thigh, and a blouse that hugged her petite beautiful body perfectly. I was torn between a hard-on, and going over to gouge out the eyes of her customers who wouldn't stop looking at her.
Didn't she notice the attention she garnered? Jealousy twisted my belly. I was the only one who could appreciate her wonderful body.
She was mine.
Only that, I wasn't so sure of the last part anymore.
“Hey handsome,” a shrill voice called out, breaking through my reverie. I raised my head to a blonde who'd made herself comfortable on the chair opposite mine.
From the makeup on her face, I could tell she was into gothic. Her eyes were painted dark, with a thick chocolate mascara adorning her lashes.
“You are drinking all by yourself. Mind if I join you?” She slurred, leaning in closer. She barely touched me, but from Mirah's angle of sight, it might seem like she actually kissed me.
I looked over towards where she was, and caught her averting her gaze, in time.
“Leave,” I ordered the drunk blonde.
“Are you pushing the chance to fuck me, away?” Her tits were visible through her black leather jacket, but I felt nothing.
When I looked up at the counter, Mirah wasn't there. Anxiousness engulfed me, as I pushed off my seat, and looked around.
She was still here, I could feel it. I trailed her scent, moving through the intricate structure of Barcon. It led me to the bathroom.
I sighed in relief, and pushed the door open. There she was, wiping her hand with her head bent low. Her perfect ass pushed towards my line of sight.
My beautiful kitten.
She didn't turn, probably thinking it was one of her colleagues. Apparently, this place was reserved only for the workers here, and the customers couldn't find it.
When I didn't respond, she finally whirled around. Emotions flashed through her eyes, each of them strong enough to pierce through my heart.
Anger. Surprise. Hatred.
“This is the female's bathroom. Workers-reserved. You should leave before anyone finds out.” She ducked her gaze.
I advanced towards her, letting my eyes slide down her body. She let out a barely audible sound, but I heard it clearly.
“What if they do?” I asked wickedly.
Her eyes flared. “I'd lose my job. I know this is just a game, to you. But it isn't, to me.”
I wondered if she was still talking about her job, or something else. I was now close enough to her. Close enough to hear the sound of her breath.
“Mirah,” I called out, wanting to tilt her jaw, but decided against it. “Did I do something wrong?”
She regarded me with a look of hate so strong that I almost stumbled.
“Wrong?” She laughed. “Such a ridiculous question.”
I inhaled sharply, and sighed. “I'm sorry for leaving you without a word. Something came-”
She held up her hand, effectively cutting me off. “Not that line again. Is this how we're going to continue in this game of thorns and roses? I'm fucking tired!” She rasped.
I winced. “Mirah-”
“No, no, no, Zeke. Don't fucking interrupt me. Yes, I enjoyed the sex, no doubt. But everything that has a start, also has an end.” She paused, and stared directly into my eyes. “I believe whatever we had, has also come to an end.”
I almost fucking forgot how to breathe, as the words spilled out of her mouth. When I finally spoke again, it was in a calm manner.
“You enjoyed the sex? Was that how you've regarded our relationship all along?” I asked quietly.
She smiled; a cold look that didn't meet her eyes. “We are just two adults who enjoy each other, Zeke. The earlier you realize that, the better for us.”
“You are lying to yourself.” I whispered.
I hadn't felt such hurt, and betrayal even when the Circle had evicted me. But as she uttered such hateful words to me right now, I wanted to bow from the sheer intensity of the pain that wrapped itself around my heart, like a cocoon.
“No, I'm not.” She said softly.
“Then look at me. Fucking look at me, Mirah! Look at me and lie that you'd never loved me. That you only enjoyed the sex. Look at me and lie that you want this to end. Fucking look at me, Mirah!” I growled.
“I-” She batted her lashes. “Just leave, Zeke. I don't want to lose my job.” Her shoulders hung in defeat, and I wanted to hug her.
If only I wasn't feeling such intense emotions. “Stop telling me to leave, Mirah. We both know that's not what you want,” I breathed.
She finally raised her head. “You don't know me.”
My throat flexed, as my gaze landed on her luscious lips. The lips that I'd tasted and enjoyed.
I bent my head, leaning in towards her mouth. Close.
Just another movement, and my mouth would be on hers.
Close.
My eyes slid shut, but she moved, letting my lips land on the sides of her mouth instead. But even that contact alone was enough to send sparks of electricity coursing through my veins.
I pulled away to meet her eyes, moist with tears. My breath caught in my throat.
“Mirah,” I curled my hands into fists by my side.
“You can leave now, Zeke.” She gestured towards the door, with a cracked voice.
My vision almost failed me, and I shook my head slowly.
Pain.
In the place where arousal had been moments ago, all I could feel now was pain. It stabbed through the pores of my skin, attached itself to my heart, squeezing tight. She was pushing me away.
“Is that what you want?” I asked her.
She stared directly into my eyes, as if to prove her point. "Yes, Prince Ezekiel. This ends here.”