My eyes flutter open slowly.
Iblinked.
Everywhere in front of me was a blur.
My head ached.
Where is this place? It felt familiar and strange at the same time. I inhaled sharply, and slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim room.
I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t.
I heard shuffling from the side and hurried footsteps which stopped beside the bed.
“Lydia, you’re awake.”
It was Mason. He is here.
I tried to sit, but my entire body felt heavy.
“Mason,” I called slowly.
He held my hand, cupping it in his, “I’m here.” My eyes darted around the room.
I know this place. But I can’t point it out yet.
“Where is this place?” Where has he taken me?”
My memory was fuzzy.
“You’re safe. I was so worried.” He said, choking on his words. He placed my hand close to his lips and peppered it with kisses.
I felt sprinkles run down my spine despite myself
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to remove my hand from his, but he held it in place.
“Don’t.” His voice was low but calm.
“How are you feeling right now?” He asked as he leaned towards me and brushed some hair strands away from my face.
I am still in my dress unless, this time, it isn’t as tight as it once was.
“Help me up, I want to sit,” I said, and he did so.
My memories returned back to me immediately. I sat upright.
I had eaten the nuts in anger. I shook my head, but it was because I knew I had the pills in my bag. But I didn’t take them.
I allowed my eyes to move lazily around the room. It started from the fireplace. There was an armchair in front o
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Then, on the side was a shelf of books.
A frame of two couples hung by the side of the wall. I couldn’t see the faces of the couple because the foom wash bright
But I didn’t need to see their faces before I recognized them..
That was Mason and me.
A wave of different emotions hit me.
I can’t describe this in words.
I looked away quickly, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes as my mind reverted to the time the photo was
taken.
Our wedding day..
I looked ahead.
There was a sliding door in front of me. The curtains were pulled apart.
I didn’t need him to tell me what this place was.
This was his penthouse.
Once my second home.
This bed I lay on held so many memories of us.
Mason had made love to me on this bed. I had moaned his name loudly as he kissed every inch of my body.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked when I found my voice..
Mason sat on the bed close to me, holding my hand,
I don’t try to move my hands. I knew it would be futile, and I was too weak to try to drag with him. So I allowed him to hold me.
“Why didn’t you listen to me? I told you not to eat it, but you did it anyway. You knew this would happen. Why are you so stubborn Lydia?” he said.
He moved to take a pillow, moving my back forward, and he placed it behind me.
“Don’t fucking use that tone on me, Mr. Woods,” I said through gritted teeth.
Whenever I tried to have a good memory of us, he always managed to spoil it.
My emotions are all over the place as it is. I know it’s a result of the allergy, one of the after–effects of messed up emotions.
I inhaled slowly, trying to steady myself have to maintain a clear head.
I can only get under his skin by being in control.
I leaned into the pillow. My zipper was down, and my back was exposed.
He sighs.
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I can tell he is frustrated. His laws ticked. He’s holding back his frustration really well.
Tadjusted on the bed; my dress fell lower, exposing more of my breasts.
“See, I know we are divorced, but that doesn’t mean I’ll watch you get yourself killed.” He lowered his gaze.
I puffed my chest forward, “What would have happened if I wasn’t there… th…the…n” he shook his head and looked away
I smirked internally.
I didn’t plan to come to his penthouse, but if I’m here, I plan to make the best use of this situation.
He stood and then swallowed. His Adam’s apple bubbled up and down.
“Take me out of here,” I said.
“No, I won’t. You’ll remain here until you are fully healed.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” I tried to move from the bed; he turned that instant and was by my side in the next second.
He placed his hand on my shoulder. His eyes struggled to look at my face,
He didn’t want to look down.
“I want to go.” I pretend not to notice his struggles.
He placed me back on the bed.
Then stood and walked to the side. He massaged his temples.
“This is kidnapping, you know, right? Just wait. Once I get out, we’ll meet in court.”
I threatened, looking at his broad back. He was wearing a shirt which exposed his biceps.
He turned sharply, “Jesus, Lydia, just stay, I don’t bite.” He yelled.
He closed his eyes and then tilted his head back. When he opened them, they were red.
Itugged on my dress, pulling it a bit higher over my chest.
“Please.” His voice was calmer. “Stay the night. We may not be on the best terms, but it will kill me if anything happens to you whi I know I could have prevented it.” He said.
I’m trying to control my breath.
I am angry. His concern and words don’t move me.
I didn’t say anything, “please,” he “n’t move me.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Synopsis : Worst Fear
