Chapter 19 CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ZARIA’S POV
Everywhere seemed frozen, as I stared at Gwen with remorse written all over my face, first I stole her man and now, this!
My brain couldn't even register how the fuck this happened. One minute I was gawking over Max’s body, and the next I was underneath him, letting myself feel stupid, with Gwen standing across from us.
“Gwen, I can explain,” I said, pushing Max off me; he had caused all this.
Gwen wasn't just angry, she was frozen, with pure hate written all over her face. She dropped the tray of food on the floor and ran off.
“Gwen, wait!” I yelled after her, with my voice filled with panic.
I rushed out of the room, ignoring the confused look on Max’s face, he was acting like this was fucking normal.
I saw her walking quickly, her silk dress swaying from side to side.
I fucking know that walk! It wasn't a walk of anger, she walked like a predator who was handed a weapon.
I ran, with a speed I never knew I possessed.
I ran until I caught up with her.
“Gwen, wait please,” I begged, grabbing her arms softly but she shoved my hands away before turning to look at me.
“Don't ever fucking touch me!” she hissed, her voice low but scary. “I thought he meant nothing to you!”
Honestly, I don't know what kind of connection Max and I have, it wasn't supposed to be this way, I never planned for this to happen.
“You know I meant it when I said he meant nothing to me,” I said, folding my hands underneath my breast.
My heart was beating fast, so it could break any minute now.
“You know he is mine. But you still wanted to kiss him!” She cried out.
Tears fell from her eyes repeatedly, and I was the cause of it.
“I am fucking sorry you had to see that, it wasn't planned and it won't happen again,” I assured, even though it won't heal her wound.
“You can go about whoring yourself Zaria” She scoffed. “I actually thought you did not deserve to die, I came to fucking apologize, just to see you in bed with my man!”
“You think that I deserve to die?” I laughed. “You made my life hell for years, but I never thought of killing you”
She took two steps closer to me, till we were a few inches apart. “I will make sure you step down, in a disgraceful way, don't say I didn't warn you!” she threatened, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
The threat was clear, the same threat she made weeks ago, when Max and I were still newlyweds.
“You won't dare, I have your secret with me” I sneered at her, I was already tired of begging.
“Then it's my words against yours!” She huffed and walked off.
She is right, I can't do anything about her poisoning me, because I already made it known that I couldn't remember and honestly speaking, I don't want to do anything about it.
I don't want my little sister getting hurt, all because of me.
I stood still, with tears in my eyes. I thought for once Gwen and I were going somewhere. I felt a little bit of hope that my stepsister was not completely lost, but right now all the hope was gone, so was she.
I ran out of the back door, to the palace garden. I found a huge, old stone at the edge, fell onto the stone, and let myself cry.
I hated Max even more, he is getting between my sister and me.
I wasn't just crying because of Gwen, I was crying for my mother who was long gone, for being stuck in this marriage, and the thought of completely losing Gwen. And those thoughts made my stomach hurt.
Soon I heard the sound of boots hitting the sandy ground, without looking up I knew it was Max, the cause of all this commotion.
Soon he was standing behind me. He sat on the huge stone and placed his hands on the small of my back, and started patting it.
“Get the fuck off me!” I yelled, shoving his hands off.
I didn't look at him. I just stayed where I was.
“Zaria you just recovered from dying, you need to stop crying,” He said coolly but I ignored him.
“Please look at me, and stop driving me crazy!” he growled, Max was never a patient man.
Finally, I looked up at him, with teary eyes. I knew for a fact that I looked a mess.
“Is this what you want to see? Your weak Luna crying over her stepsister, when she knows her stepsister never loved her” I growled, allowing the tears run down my cheeks freely, I was fucking tired of being strong.
“You aren't weak, and Gwen doesn't hate you, she is just furious,” he said, with his voice sounding calmer than usual.
“She was furious because of you asshole!” I yelled, still staring at him, my eyes were swollen and red, but I didn't care. “This whole disaster is your fault, if you hadn't tried to kiss me this wouldn't have happened!”
“How the fuck is it my fault, you wanted the kiss too,” he defended himself, gulping hard.
“How would you know if I wanted the kiss?” I asked, with a brief scoff.
“Because…” His voice trailed off. “Because you did not stop me,” He said, after finding his voice.
I couldn't wrap my head around why I didn't stop him, probably because it had been a long time since I had sex.
“Don't push the blame on me!” I sneered at him.
“I know it's my fault," he said, taking a step closer. "But what happened back there..." He paused, searching for the right words. "It felt real, and I would want it to happen again”
What the fuck is going on? Why would he want to kiss me again?
“No Max, you belong to my sister and whatever happened back there, should never repeat itself” I sneered and walked off.
My heart was heavy, I wanted it to happen again, does that make me an asshole?