SWNOVELS Chapter 121
I woke up with a start, my heart racing like a jackrabbit, my breath coming in short gasps. I was terrified, my mind foggy from the remnants of a terrible dream. But as I slowly came to, I realized it wasn’t just a dream.
The memories came flooding back, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. The hairs at the back of my neck standing erect,
I looked down at my arm, and the Band-Aids that crisscrossed my skin like a patchwork quilt. I remembered the pain, the fear, the feeling of being completely helpless. We had been robbed, and I had been hurt. I remembered coming outside because of the noise I heard and regretting it almost immediately when I almost got tied to a chair.
I was not sure how I managed to slip out of their grip but I did and the only place I could think of was running the hell out and letting them take whatever they wanted to, it wasn’t like Aston was going to notice anyway. The bastard didn’t deserve me risking my life to protect what was his. He would kill me himself if he felt like it.
I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and I had to grab the bedside table to steady myself.
“What the hell?”
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
As I looked around my room, I saw the signs of the robbery. They had had taken everything they deemed valuable including all the jewellery Aston got me for events and the f***g dresser itself.
The overturned furniture, the s***ed belongings, the broken glass. It was like a war zone. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I remembered the sound of shattering glass, the feel of hands on my skin.
I slowly got out of bed, my legs shaking beneath me. I made my way to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch. The bright light made me squint, but I needed to see. I needed to remind myself that it was over, that I was safe.
I looked in the mirror, and barely recognized the person staring back at me. My eyes were sunken, my skin pale, my hair at tangled mess. I looked like I had been through a war. And in a way, I had.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I needed to focus on the present, not the past. I needed to think about what to do next and not what had happened. I slowly began to clean myself up, washing away the dirt on my face.
As I washed my face, I remembered the feeling of Aston’s arms around me, holding me close. I remembered the way he had looked at me, with a fierce protectiveness in his eyes. I felt my insides grow all mushy.
But even with Aston’s protection, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of vulnerability. I could have been killed and that piece of information was hard pill to swallow.
I stepped out of the room, my eyes still fixed on the Band-Aids that covered my arm. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest as I thought about Aston’s gentle touch as he applied them. It was ridiculous, I knew, to be swooning over something so small when I was in the midst of a crisis. But I couldn’t help it. The way he had cared for me, the way he had made me feel safe, it all came flooding back as I gazed at the Band-Aids.
As I walked down the hallway, I was hit with the harsh reality of what had happened The mess the robbers had created was still evident, the overturned furniture, the shattered glass, the scattered belongings. It felt like I was reliving the nightmare all over again. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene, my legs trembling beneath me.
I felt like I was going to collapse, like my legs were going to give out on me at any moment. I reached out for the wall. steadying myself as I tried to catch my breath. It was like I was running, but my feet weren’t moving. My heart was racing. my mind was spinning, and I couldn’t seem to calm down.
I forced myself to keep moving, to keep walking down the hallway. I needed to get out of there, to get away from that these ba**ds had created. But every step felt like a struggle, every breath felt like a chore. I was exhausted, physically and
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emotionally drained.
As I reached the living room,
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I was frozen in place, my legs unable to hold me up any longer. Just as I was about to collapse, Aston appeared out of nowhere and swept me off my feet. He cradled me in his arms, Holding me like a child, and gazed down at me with a tender expression. It was something out of a movie.
As I lay there in his arms, memories of our kiss earlier that morning came flooding back. It felt like an eternity ago, yet the sensation of his lips on mine still lingered. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips, remembering the way they felt, the way they
tasted.
“Are you okay?” Aston whispered, his voice soft and soothing.
I nodded, still trying to process everything. The robbery, the kiss, the emotions swirling inside me it was all too much. Aston carried me to the couch and gently set me down. I half expected him to throw me on the ground but he was nice. We sat there in silence for a moment, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Then Aston spoke up again. “Kira, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” I replied, my curiosity piqued.
“What were you thinking when you came to yell at me earlier?” he asked, a smug smile on his face. That question I was expecting and I knew he was only asking to remind me of my shame.
it was not the
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied and my eyes roaned he room for the hundredth time.
Aston suggested that we leave the house if I felt uncomfortable, his eyes filled with concern. But I knew better. I saw through the act he was putting on, the charming facade he wore like a mask. And yet, I was shamelessly enjoying every bit of it. I was so desperate for his attention that even a hint of it made me feel like royalty.
“I’m fine,” I told him, trying to sound convincing. “I’m probably just weak from all the painkillers. They’re making me drowsy.”
Aston nodded, his expression sceptical. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can go somewhere else.
I nodded again, trying to reassure him. “Yes, I’m positive. I just need to rest for a bit. I’ll be okay.”
He looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, but if you change your mind, just let me know. We can leave anytime.” I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. “I will,” I promised.
As I sat there, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to keep pretending to care, to keep putting on this show for me. It was pathetic, I knew, but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist his charms and while I blamed the moon goddess for this shit, I was glad to have a distraction from my miserable life.
Aston got up and walked over to the window, looking out at the sky. I felt a pang of disappointment. I didn’t want him to Jeave, not even for a minute. But I knew I couldn’t ask him to stay. I had to play it cool, pretend like I didn’t care.
But as he turned to walk away, he caught my eye and smiled. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving me to my thoughts. Thoughts that were consumed by him, by the way he made me feel.
I was a mess, and I knew it. But I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted to the way he made me feel.
As I sat there, frozen in terror, I heard the sound of glass shattering, like a thousand tiny knives piercing the air. It was a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of my being
I was so scared that I literally watched my soul leave my body. I saw my mouth open, saw my lungs expand, and heard the sound of my own voice screaming in terror. It was a piercing sound, like a siren wailing in the night, a sound that seemed to go on forever.
But even as I screamed. I felt a sense of numbness, like I was observing myself from afar. It was a strange, disorienting feeling, an out of body experience.