Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
We need to rectify this situation.
I pull out my phone and stare at the text he sent me after the last time I saw him in the Elites’ mansion basement.
Bran
I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out before everything that happened. I’m also really sorry about what my family did. I wish I could’ve stopped it.
Are you okay?
I know you don’t want to talk to me, but can you please tell me if you’re doing okay?
?
I ignored him.
If he really wanted to check on me, he should’ve gotten his ass to the hospital.
Not that I’m salty about that or anything.
Now, I type.
Me
What the fuck is up with your ‘friendship’ with Mia?
He’s still exchanging pleasantries with the girl as he takes out his phone from his pocket. His smile disappears upon looking at the screen and I take pride in how he looks a bit distraught at receiving a text from me.
There are more emotions in his face now than in the past hour. And yes, I’ve been here for that long.
Call it an unhealthy fucking obsession.
He distances himself from the girl—in your face—and leans against a table, ankles crossed, as he continues staring at the screen. He does that for a full fucking minute. I know, because I’m looking at the time.
Finally, my phone lights up.
Bran
We’re just friends. We love gaming.
Dry as the fucking desert.
Bran remains in the same position, watching his phone. From the outside looking in, he seems composed and unaffected, but the fact that he’s waiting is a sign of his messed-up equilibrium.
Me
You want me to believe that?
Bran
Why wouldn’t you?
The fact that you suspiciously became friends with MY sister? How do I know you won’t use her to get revenge against me or as your fucked-up version of camouflage like you did with Clara?
He glares at his phone and I can see the fire spreading from his eyes in waves.
Bran
I won’t do that. Mia is really just a friend. Besides, why would I want revenge against you? We’re already over, aren’t we?
As I read his text, I watch him pulling at the hairs on his nape, his face tight, his shoulders hunched.
And the scene does something to me.
I know I’m falling back into the same pattern that I left—or pretended to. I’m letting him have his way because I can’t fucking stay away from him.
Because ever since I sent him that text, I’ve been thinking about him more than if I were meeting him every day.
Because I haven’t been able to fucking breathe since he disappeared, and now, I watch dumb Agatha Christie episodes because they remind me of him trying to explain the bland characters.
Me
Do you want it to be over?
He stares at the phone, lips parting, and the incessant pulling at his hair comes to an abrupt halt.
Bran
What is that supposed to mean? You’re the one who told me we’re done.
Me
But you never told me what you want.
Don’t fuck with me, Nikolai.
You’re the one who fucked with me first. You texted me and were talking big on the phone and even came to save me. Maybe you’re the one who can’t stay away from me.
You’re right. I can’t. I tried and it’s not working.
My jaw hits the floor as I read and reread his text to make sure this isn’t another one of my delusional episodes.
Fuck. I can’t believe he admitted that out loud.
Through text. But it still counts.
Me
Does that mean you’re miserable?
Bran
Are you enjoying this?
Maybe. Gotta up my asshole game so I can match your energy.
Rub it in, would you?
Oh, I will. You can count on it.
Are you okay? Glyn said you were, but I want to hear it from you.
Meet me in the penthouse and I’ll tell you.
When?
Now.
I expect him to send me an excuse so we can meet later after he’s done playing the golden boy and being with his friends. But then my phone lights up.
Bran
I’ll be there in twenty.
Me
Come out now.
?
Look across the street.
His head whips up and then he looks at me with that adorable stupefied expression. I wave at him and he searches his surroundings before he texts me.
Bran
What are you doing here?
Me
Come out. I have a helmet and I’m fully dressed. No one will know it’s me.
Go first. I’ll follow in my car.
You have two minutes to come outside or I’ll go in there and it won’t be pretty since I might actually break that girl’s hand for touching you.
Don’t. I’ll be right out.
He mumbles something to an older lady in the back, and a few moments later, he storms out of the building. I expected him to be panicking about the possibility of being seen in public with me, but he seems more angry than panicked.
Interesting.
My gaze continues tracking his movements as he strides toward me, and fuck.
I missed seeing him up close in his elegant shirts and pants, looking so hot and fit. Though a part of me wishes he was a bit disheveled like I’ve been this entire time.