Page 13 of Beautifully Broken
In nothing but his skin tight boxers, he sits at the kitchen island. His fingers pull at his hair, and he lets out a sigh.
The portrait of shattered glass giving way to a man screaming covered in branches, covers his back. The muscles tense and he mutters, “Andi. I cannot tell you more. I’m already fucking everything up with Blaire. I cannot take uncertain risks right now.”
Who the hell is this Andi guy and why is he constantly talking to him?
Every conversation he has, he mentions Andi. I have tried to connect the dots, but I can’t. I blame my body still being in recovery from almost dying for the lack of ability to form a sensible thought.
The truth is still plain as day. Ezra left and did what he thought was best for me at the time. And now, whatever his life is today, I simply do not belong, despite the writing all over his body that says otherwise.
“Andi, honey. I need to go check on Blaire. I will check in later.”
My heart drops and anger fills every ounce of my body.
This two faced asshole.
From the moment I opened my eyes, Ezra made it clear he was here to reclaim what was his, when in reality, he has been playing a double life.
Nothing makes sense, and everything seems to be one big lie. My hands begin to shake and I spin on my heel, making my way to the front door.
I tug on the metal handle and a loud beep echoes throughout the foyer.
“Fuck!”
I slam my fist against the fingerprint scanner and lean my head against the door.
Ezra has the entire penthouse guarded and locked with infrared scanners. Making my escape impossible.
Footsteps sound behind me and I glance over my shoulder to see Ezra staring at me with a confused look on his face.
“Stub your toe, Ivy?”
Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders, cross my arms over my chest, and glare at him.
Ezra’s head tilts back and he lets out a frustrated sigh before scrubbing his hand down his face. Concern and annoyance fall over his face. “C’mon, Ivy. Enough with the damn silent treatment. For fuck’s sake, punch me or even stab me. Scream until your voice is raw. Give me something other than silence. Iknow you hate me. I know you have a lot of feelings going on in that beautiful brain of yours. So let me hear it. Please. I can’t take the silence anymore.”
He’s right. I do hate him. Maybe I will stab him? But not today. Because that’s exactly what he wants. And he isn’t in a place to be making demands. Not after he left me for dead.
I need to go back to my room, but my feet remain frozen to the floor. My attention locks on the glass floor to ceiling wall that gives way to the terrace.
My lips turn upward as an idea pops into my head.
It may be crazy, but I was never one to make good decisions. Look at who I fell in love with once upon a delusional daydream.
My hands move to the tie on my robe and I watch as Ezra’s eyes track the movement.
Good EJ.
I allow the plush fabric to fall to the floor, leaving me completely bare in front of him.
Ezra’s mouth opens, but I put my hand up and walk past him.
Just as my hand reaches the sliding glass door, I glance over my shoulder.
Ezra’s face is red and his hands are balled into fists.
I make an obvious track with my eyes down his body to his erection, peeking out the top of his boxers.
Letting out a small laugh, I wave. “Tell Andi I said hi.”
