Page 65 of Ruin
Every part of me wants to clean this all up now, kick her out of the kitchen, and send her back to wherever she came from. But I’m too tired, in too much pain, and in a foul mood. Kaison found me some meds, but I wouldn’t take them before I got home. I’m not so stupid to pop them then get on a bike. I pull the bottle from my pocket and take out two, then grab some water and swallow them.
“Oh, what happened to your hand?” Anastacia asks, reaching for my wrist. I pull it back and she frowns.
“It’s fine,” I say. “Nothing to worry about.”
She nods, but still looks offended. She goes back to stirring the food and I head into the bathroom to shower, wondering if it’s even worth it since my kitchen is a mess. But those aren’t outside germs, so it should be fine.
I wish I knew why I was like this, when it comes to my house. I’m not like this anywhere else, it’s just that I need my house to be a certain way. It needs to be clean and uncontaminated.
When I’m done with my shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door to head upstairs to get clean clothes.
“There’s someone here for you!” Anastacia calls, the smell of chicken parm filling the house. I’ll admit, it actually smells good. As long as the chicken isn’t raw, it should be fine.
“Tell them to fuck off!” I call back as I turn the corner, only to run into saidsomeone.
The towel slips down one hip, but I manage to grab it and pull it back up.
“I was tempted to go in and see if you needed help,” Lucian says with a smirk.
“If this is your attempt at flirting, it sucks.”
I move past him and head up the stairs, hating and loving that he’s following me.
I go into my bedroom, and he stands in the doorway. I pretend I can’t see him as I drop my towel and turn to dig through my dresser for some clothes. His gaze is on my ass, I feel it burning my skin. I consider bending down just to get a rise out of him.
“I never did have to flirt with you,” he says simply.
I tug out a pair of sweatpants, but turn to face him without putting them on. His gaze unashamedly goes straight to my dick, which is thankfully not hard at the moment. Hopefully, it stays that way so I can keep some of my dignity.
“So you come into my house to insult me?”
He blinks slowly, then brings his gaze back to mine. “It wasn’t an insult. At least, not on your part.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
He steps into my room, walking with sure steps until he’s standing in front of me.
He’s wearing the same thing from earlier, and he smells just as good. My dick twitches and I curse it.Do not betray me.
“It means I fucked up.”
I roll my eyes. “Too little, too late, Lucian.”
I tug on my pants, wincing when my finger snags on the waistband.
I go to move around him, but his grip on my bicep stops me. He’s easy enough to shove off—if I tried. But I don’t try.
“Give me another chance.”
I huff out a humorless laugh, looking at him over my shoulder.
“I told you. I’m done with married men.”
I wait for him to answer me, to explain—to give me anything that’ll give me hope.
“You don’t trust me.”
I can’t help but laugh again. “And that surprises you?” I yank my arm from his grip.
