Page 164 of Volatile Obsessions

How he always seemed to be two steps ahead of me.

How any mention of Vic always seemed to put him off.

Silent tears sprung free in raging streams as grief and an abundance of self-loathing dispersed through my being. How could I have been so stupid? So naive?

How had I not have caught onto it?

Really, the question I wanted to know the answer to was why?

Why would he fucking do this to me?

I thought he loved me…

Bringing my phone up to my line of sight, I typed out a simple message. It was all I could manage with shaky hands and a shattering heart.

Me:Where are you?

I wasn’t so sure how’d I’d fare seeing him right now, but it had to be done. I had to know.

At the very least, I didn’t have to wait long for his response. It came through within a minute or so.

My King:Our spot.

Me:How much longer?

My King:Until you get your ass up here.

Me:Twenty minutes.

My King:I’m waiting...

And he was.

When I made it to the Panorama, I spotted his Mercedes before I even parked myself. The entire walk to the lift and the ride up to the roof was beyond the point of simply nauseating. Every emotion possible seemed to hit me all at once, and with such speed, too, my head felt like it could spin 360 degrees.

How could he do this to me?

A choked sob grated it’s way up my throat, a sob so hard I found myself gripping the steel railing for support. My eyes watered as realization sunk it’s way a little deeper, clawing into my soul, slowly tearing it to shreds.

It hurt.

It hurt so much I couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t breathe. Never in my life had I felt anything like this before.

Ding!

My heart just about stopped as the lift came to a full stop.

This was it.

The end.

And yet, as shattered as I was about it, the second I saw him at the other end of the building, his broad back turned to me, red hot rage instantly thawed my despair. It took me over. Consumed me. Fueled me.

Like it used to when we first met.

ThisI could handle.

Hate was easy, welcomed at this hour.

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