13. Trying To Make Amends.
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~XANDER~
I didn't get much sleep last night. Not because I was up working my ass off, or had a business call that needed to be attended to. But because my mind couldn't rest. It kept taking me back to that scene outside the country club where she held me tightly as though I were her lifeline.
For the first time in my life, I jerked off on my own and with the thought of her leading me through.
"Dammit! Alex!" I cursed under the cascading water emitting from the shower spray.
I didn't know how she had become so engraved in my thoughts like that. But whatever the case, it would surely be hard for me to get her off my mind.
My mind was restless even in the shower after jerking off the second time that morning, with a frustrated groan that accompanied it. I figured if I wanted to get over her, I needed her to get over me first. But how would I do so without hurting her?
The hurtful look I beheld on her face last night was still haunting me. I didn't even bother to check if she had taken the tray of food, because I was scared that she wouldn't. I had to make use of my second room downstairs for the night so I wouldn't have to go upstairs and see the food I made staring right back at me, untouched.
But as I finished showering, I realized that none of my office wear was here. I was lucky that a couple of my home-stay clothes were in the wardrobe. I changed into them before thinking of what to do next.
The thought of going upstairs was a bit scary, because I didn't know if she was still angry to the point of rejecting my food. Another shocker lately. Ever since I witnessed my parents' deaths, nothing ever scared me. So, was it going to start now?
"f*****g man up." It wasn't just the scary feeling. There was also a feeling of guilt at the way I dismissed her last night. I longed to make amends, but I knew doing so would complicate things further.
Would I be able to evade her while we were under the same roof? Moving out wasn't an option. I couldn't bear living here alone with a wolf like Ace. He loved women, and it was only a matter of time before he would make a move on Luna.
The thought of that made me cringe as I jumped the stairs in twos, clad in just shorts and a tank top. As I got to the middle of the slightly long stairs, my heart started thudding loudly against my chest.
I dreaded seeing the tray there. Or even if I had to, it would be empty. When my gaze fell on the exact spot I had laid the plate on last night, I found out that it was empty.
My gaze reflexively cast upwards in relief. "That's my girl,"
With a smile hanging across my lips, I made to walk past her room, but the creaking of the door made me halt in my tracks. It was her. And why was I still standing and not dashing towards my room?
Because after what I did last night, a part of me wanted to see her face. I also wanted to know if she got the note I attached to the tray. That was a last-minute decision. I figured since she didn't want to see me, I'd rather deliver the apology by writing.
Alas! She stepped out, and I dragged myself away from my betraying thoughts. Her eyes widened when she turned— after clicking the door shut— and met me standing in front of her— by accident, though.
I didn't miss the glimmer of appraisal that shone in her eyes as her gaze slid up and down my broad frame. That sent a smug feeling swirling through me.
"Uh..hi." God! Alex. I badly wanted to scream. Getting tongue-tied at the sight of a lady was certainly a first. Clearing my throat, I straightened up and pushed my shoulders backward, ignoring the staccato beating of my heart.
"I hope you enjoyed your dinner?" I noticed she hadn't replied to my first words. Was she still angry? I hoped not.
She nodded, attempting a smile as her gaze fondly rolled up and down my body yet again, setting up a sizzling spark that shot through my lower region.
"I tried to. I mean it's not every day you get to eat the dinner made by the guy who rejected you at the drop of a hat." She muttered softly, dousing the sizzling spark and swirling the guilt to a crescendo. Damn!
"It's not like that..." I was at a loss for what to say. But as she gazed on at me, I decided that a diversion from the topic might break the ice a little.
"Your semester will start soon, right?" That was the first question that came to my mind. I remembered that Michael had mentioned her sister being a college student in one of the hangouts Ace brought him to.
Her face registered shock, the appraisal glint in her eyes disappearing and replaced by what seemed like hurt. The guilt tripled.
"Yes, Alex.” She replied curtly, twisting the hem of her tank top, dragging my gaze downward to her gorgeous legs that were made bare by the shorts she wore. Blood and steam surged through my lower region, causing my c**k to twitch.
"Get it together, man." I reprimanded mentally, forcing my gaze away from her legs.
"Any plans for today?" I went on, determined to set our relationship on neutral ground. That seemed not to go down well with her; the hurt swirling in her eyes grew larger by the second, tugging on my guilt like a nemesis. I needed to get out of here.
"I'm meeting up with my best friend. We are heading to the mall for a mini shopping." Then she hesitated before adding. "Can you drive me?"
It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but after Andy's warnings, I didn't think it was a good idea to indulge her further.
With an invisible spear searing through my heart, I slowly shook my head.
"I'm sorry, I have a lot of engagements today at the office. If you can drive, I'll—"
"I haven't finished my driving lessons. It's fine, though." She replied, face down. The emotion laced in her voice made my heart bleed. I badly wanted to take everything back. I wanted us to start on a neutral ground, but things were getting messier instead.
"I'll drive you to school tomorrow morning, dewdrop." I was desperate to make amends, but the dewdrop part was totally unprecedented.
She looked up sharply, the sparks in those dewy, pale green eyes sucking me in. "I'd love it. Thank you."
With a small smile and a nod, I made my way down to my room, certain that getting over this gorgeous dewdrop was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
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