Page 35 of His Beloved Princess
"We met in the bar and spent the night together," I replied as quickly as possible before all remaining courage left my body. But I had another mission in front of me. Tell my man about the threesome.
I was staring into Bastian's eyes, which showed no emotion. No anger or sadness—nothing. He plastered a stoic mask on his face, and at that very moment, I felt as if an imaginary gap started to form between us. He was still touching me, but his fingers were cold on my skin. He was looking at me, but the love disappeared.
I broke his heart. I knew it.
"When?" he asked in a raspy voice when the silence became unbearable. This wasn't infidelity. I wasn't unfaithful to him.
"The night before we met at Thorn Enterprises," I answered quietly, wondering if I should be afraid that he would show me his hot-tempered nature. Yet, he was acting like a machine, reminding me of the first few days we started working together.
"Okay," he sighed, withdrawing his hands from me, taking the wardrobe, and handing it to me.
"That's not all." I grabbed his forearm, stopping him from getting out of the bed. I was sure that if he left, I wouldn't be able to find the strength to talk about this again. He gave me a confused glance, frowning at me. Well, at least his expression changed. That stoic face mask was something I hated.
"I had a threesome with Peter and another man I didn't know," I confessed. The painful clenching of my heart only intensified when I saw Bastian's face had darkened and his hands shook. I prepared myself to hear harsh words or yelling, but all he did was stare daggers at me. If it weren't for his words, I would've believed he despised me.
"Did they rape you?" he inquired in a raised voice, making me wince. His question took me completely by surprise. I never thought about that experience as an assault. I was an adult who knew the consequences of my actions. And even when I felt embarrassed to admit it, I enjoyed it despite the painful reminder that stayed with me for a few days.
"W-what?" I stammered, watching him as he exited the bed, his expression deadly. "No!"
"Electra, I know my brother!" he shouted, and that was when I realized that sex with Peter was one thing, but this was much worse. And Pete knew it. He was aware of Bastian's reaction because it wasn't the first time he did that. "He has very wealthy friends from eastern countries who are ready to pay enormous money for a chance to fuck an ordinary wasted or drugged girl!"
"This wasn't the case," I stated resolutely, trying to prevent a tragedy because Bastian started to get dressed.
"No?" he yelled, absolutely livid. I didn't know how to stop him, but I had to do something.
"Bastian, please, listen to me," I pleaded, taking his arm, but he jerked it away, stomping into the walk-in closet to take a shirt. He was back in a millisecond, glaring at me like I'd just killed somebody.
Shit! He was scary as hell, and in the corner of my soul, I was happy that I wasn't the one he was furious with.
"Say what is bothering you, and then I'm leaving," he spat, shaking with fury. His jaw was clenching rhythmically, and I had a hard time finding my voice.
"I don't know anything about Peter and his friends," I said, staring into his face, which was twisted with revulsion and anger. "But I'm sure that he or the other man didn't rape me. I enjoyed it."
I had no idea what else to say. At the time, when I was assessing the situation and trying to calm him down, it seemed like a good idea. However, it was the worst possible sentence I could’ve ever said, complemented with another that literally snapped Bastian’s heart in two. “It was always my secret fantasy, and I liked it very much.”
When those words escaped my dry mouth, I knew it was my biggest mistake. He showed me his real emotions for the first time since I told him about the night with his brother. Pure sadness and pain appeared in his eyes and were written all over his face.
“What?” he breathed, yet his voice broke. I opened my mouth to say something, but he silenced me with his raised hand, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Bastian, please,” I whispered when he turned around, and with a few long strides, he left the room. I ran behind him, yelling like a lunatic, but he ignored me. So I grabbed his arm, yet he continued anyway.
“Let me explain,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. I felt dirty and guilty for this whole mess. I never wanted this to happen.
“What do you want to explain, Electra?” He abruptly turned to me, startling me. I let go of his forearm, gathering my thoughts because I didn’t want to say something stupid again. But he didn’t give me a chance. “You just told me my brother and his friend fulfilled your number one fantasy! What could you possibly add to the story?”
“Don’t leave, Bastian, please,” I cried, approaching him. I’d only seen him so out of himself only once before, when he kicked Sarah from his company. But even then, he wasn't as upset as he was now. He was out of control, and I was petrified that he would do something he might regret later. Breaking Peter's face was at the top of that list.
"I need some space, Electra," he grumbled, stepping away. "I can't stay here with you."
I inhaled sharply. His words cut deep into my soul. I hugged my torso, feeling extremely vulnerable. It was as if he was leaving me.
"Are you breaking up with me?" I whispered in a thin, frail voice, not wanting to hear an answer. I didn't understand why I even asked him that in the first place.
"I need time to process it," was his reply before he turned around, and, without saying goodbye, he left me in the middle of the living room.
It took me a few minutes to comprehend what had just happened, and when the realization finally hit me, I burst into tears, almost collapsing to the ground. I knew I messed up. I was aware of my folly in hiding the whole thing from him and telling him I loved it. But I couldn't let him kill his brother because of his crazy thinking. Peter didn't hurt me. I agreed with everything.
It was probably the first time in my life when I decided to tell the hard truth, even when I had the option to conceal it, to twist it so it didn't hurt anyone. And this was the result. Could anyone blame me for choosing to lie?
