Chapter 15
Miles
The door to my room creaked open, the moonlight beaming in from where I hadn’t closed the blinds, showing who was sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.
Sofia.
Her long brown hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she was wearing that damn outfit she wore on our wedding night, her tits almost spilling out of her bra, and her suspenders clasped to sheer stockings, showcasing her toned legs.
I sat up, my gaze roaming over her body as blood rushed to my cock. Fuck.
Why did she have to be so damn addictive?
“What are you doing, Jailbait?”
She didn’t reply, but a wicked grin spread across her mouth. I reached over to switch my bedside lamp on and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, wondering if I was seeing things, but when I blinked several times, she was still there.
“Seriously, Sofia. What the fuck is going on?” I ripped the covers off me, about to stand, when I froze.
Bloodied hands wrapped around Sofia’s waist from behind as Theo’s face appeared over her shoulder. Words stuck in my throat when his mouth lowered to press light kisses on her shoulder, moving up the side of her neck to nibble on her ear.
Powerful jealousy rushed through me, and I tried to stand again, only now, I couldn’t move a single muscle. Something kept me tethered to the bed, and I was helpless but to sit and watch the show taking place in front of me.
Theo’s hands slid up Sofia’s body, leaving bloody smears over her white lingerie as he cupped her tits. Her head fell back against his chest, a salacious moan falling from her parted lips, hitting me in my already hard cock.
My steady breaths turned to pants from a mixture of frustration at not being able to move and from getting turned on by watching the two of them. But my blood turned to ice when my cousin met my gaze from over Sofia’s shoulder, his eyes twinkling with malice.
With one hand massaging Sofia’s breast, he removed the other one, lowering it to his pocket and pulling out a knife, the blade glinting under the moon’s rays. Sofia’s head was still tipped back, her eyes closed, and oblivious to Theo raising the knife to her delicate throat.
I tried to jump off the bed, desperately wanting to rush Theo and tackle him before he could hurt her, but my entire body was immobile, unable to even open my mouth to warn her.
“You couldn’t save me,” Theo said, his tone acidic. “And you can’t save her. She belongs with me.”
Pain seared my body as he dragged the knife across her neck.
I bolted upright, sweat coating my body as my heart raced.
It was a dream.
Just a fucking dream.
I swiped my hand over my head, wiping the sweat away before reaching over to turn the light on, and breathing a sigh of relief at finding my room as it should be.
Falling back against my bed, I willed my pulse to calm, but the nightmare lingered in my brain. They’d been getting worse; since the wedding, I was dreaming about Theo every damn night, but since dancing with Sofia in the club two nights ago, she’d started appearing in them.
I shouldn’t have fucking agreed to that dance; I knew it was pushing my resolve.
I stupidly thought it would be fine; I’d danced with her before, for fuck sake.
But something was different at the club.
Maybe it was because of how gorgeous she looked in her tiny blue dress, or maybe it was the way she held herself with such confidence as she danced with Riley.
Or maybe it was because every fucking man in the place had his eyes on her, and I hadn’t been able to shake the vision of me fucking her while everyone watched on, wishing they were the lucky cunt who got to feel how tight her pussy was.
Whatever it was, in the past two days, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head, despite resorting to my usual avoidance tactic, and quite frankly, I was at my wits’ end.
Cursing, I rolled out of bed and grabbed my stash of weed before tiptoeing through the house and up to the roof terrace in desperate need to silence the chaos swirling in my head.
The first joint didn’t do anything. Neither did the second. By the third, the noise began to fall quiet, but the nightmare still lurked in the deepest recesses, the image of Theo slicing the blade against Sofia’s neck ingrained in my head.
When I finished the fourth joint and lit my fifth, my vision had blurred, and finally, my brain was silent. But Theo was still there. Only now, he was no longer lurking in my head; he’d materialized out of the dark, not speaking but hovering across the terrace, glaring at me.
Lightheaded, and on unsteady feet, I stood from the lounger I’d been lying on and staggered over to him, intent on confronting him once and for all. When I reached him, he vanished into thin air.
It was a miracle I didn’t topple into the pool as I spun to find where he’d disappeared to. It took a few seconds for my vision to clear, but once it had, I found Theo standing at the other end of the terrace, smirking at me.
“What do you want from me?” I shouted. At least, I thought I did; I couldn’t be certain the words actually left my mouth.
He disappeared again. My head whipped around searching for him, but this time, he didn’t reappear.
I needed to talk to him. I needed to find out why he was taunting me. Why he didn’t believe that I didn’t want Sofia. I needed him to tell me how the fuck I was supposed to live without him.
Without a second thought, I staggered through the house, grabbing my keys and heading out to the car, not giving a fuck if I was too high to drive. The worst that could happen would be that I crashed and died, and that way, all my problems—Sofia’s too, for that matter—would be solved.
The guards stationed at the end of my drive opened the barrier without questioning why the hell I was heading out in the middle of the night. With no memory of the short drive, I made it to Kai’s place in one piece, only to be stopped by his guards manning the turning to the house.
Fucking hell. Why was it impossible to go anywhere without someone always watching?
“Mr. Wolfe, is everything okay?” one of the guards said. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.
“Let me through,” I replied, my words slurred.
He raised a brow. “Mr. Wolfe, it’s 3 am, I don’t think-”
“Just let me the fuck through.” I revved the engine, smirking as a wicked voice told me to floor the gas and drive through the barrier regardless of whether the men were armed.
It’s not like they would shoot me.
I glared ahead, tapping my hand impatiently against the wheel and internally arguing with the voice taunting me.
Finally, the barrier lifted, and my tires spun on the gravel as I drove up to Kai’s house before abandoning my car, intent on going somewhere I had avoided for the past year.