Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Ryker
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The moment she stepped into the bathroom, I knew I should leave while I had the chance.
This won't end in a good way. It's better if she thinks I left her.
Better than her figuring out the truth. This started as revenge, but in the course of the night, everything got complicated.
If I were in love with her before, now that I've had a taste of her, I'm floating.
The fall will not be pleasant; that is one thing I know.
I made sure to leave something presentable for her to wear.
I'm not expecting to see these clothes again, but even if I did, I would still cut the pair of pants if it meant she would feel more comfortable.
The ruined fabric is nothing when it comes to her.
Not that anything would compare. There is nothing in this world I would put above her. She will never know that.
When I got to the living room, most of the guests had already left.
The house is now back to normal; slow music is playing, and a few conversations here and there cover the silence I'm so used to having here.
But other than that, the place is as haunted as it was before it got filled with people for the night.
Kayden is nowhere to be found. I notice that Aiden is missing as well; his bike is still parked next to Liv's.
He is still in the house. Kayden has a room he has turned into a dungeon in my home.
One of the few rooms that were decorated.
Since we were going to host the party for Halloween, the renovations had to wait.
My room, his room, and the dungeon are the only rooms we fixed.
The kitchen had some minor changes, enough for us to live comfortably while we were waiting for the month to pass.
I slowly make my way to the front entrance.
The mask is not useful to me anymore; I remove it and toss it in the trash can outside.
I'm expecting Liv to run away after finding I left the room without even saying goodbye; there is no need to keep the mask until then. I can make sure to remain unseen.
There is a set of garden furniture on the side of the house, and I make my way there, putting my headphones on, music blasting through them while I settle on the comfortable couch.
I didn't bother to fetch a T-shirt for myself before leaving the room; the weather is still warm enough, even at the end of October.
I trace the bite mark on my shoulder with my fingers. She left a mark. I make a mental note to get this tattooed in the morning. I need at least one thing to keep from her. One memory that is not full of hatred. One that is not painful.
My thoughts are like a fog inside my mind, swirling between the present and the past. I'm thinking about everything that happened tonight and what happened years before. Every emotion that came to the surface and all the new ones that were created.
Her moans and every other sweet sound of hers still exist in my ears. I close my eyes, replaying every moment I got to experience. Every touch I got to offer her, every time she came around my cock. Every sweet sound she made.
I'm tracing my skin with my fingers, every part she touched. I feel an ache I know she would be the only one able to satisfy, but that is not something written in our future.
Princess, our story was never one for the books.
No one will talk about all the romantic things our love existed around.
There will be no songs or pictures to represent us.
We are just a memory that will fade, and when the years pass, the same memory will switch to regret.
Like everything else we had ever experienced. Regret will stain this night too.
We are now back to zero. We are where we started; I am yet again the one lusting for you, craving you with every cell of my existence, and you are the one who will reject me again and again, like you always have.
I should be regretting this night with every ounce of my broken self, but sanity was never my strong suit when it came to you.
I was always delusional enough to think you would choose me above everyone and everything, like I did every single time.
But let's be realistic, princess; you never did, and you never will.
Once again, my heart breaks for what we could have been, the dream of us that has lived rent-free in my mind since I met you.