Page 90 of The Loathing

I scoff a laugh. I didn’t even get a chance to go back to my date’s house, I was chaperoned home by father dearest so he could make sure I was home and safely tucked away in his iron fortress.

Placing my mascara down on the dressing table, I am swarmed with sadness and suddenly, I never noticed until now just how suffocating my father was.

I’m sure I will find someone one day, and then maybe I can finally lose my virginity and not get cock blocked every single time, and one day, hopefully, I’ll be blessed with children of my own and understand just why my father is the way he is.

Maybe.

Or he is just a fucking psychopath.

I sigh, looking at my reflection and I can’t even hide the sadness that consumes me. If this doesn’t work out the way Titus has planned, I will be handed over to the Knight brothers and they wouldn’t even hesitate to take my virtue. But I don’t want them to take it, I don’t want to go to the brothers as a virgin.

My head falls forward and I shake my head from side to side softly.

When did my life become this.

Pushing back, I stand and inhale deeply. I dress in a white, smock dress and slip my feet into my sandals. The weather has picked up and the cool spring air that once was has now been replaced by comfortable warmness.

I look over my shoulder at the burner phone that sits on my bedside table, a complete replica of the one that Titus took, but I don’t have the urge to check it. This is one time in my life that I can be just who I am and not who they want me to be and I’m happy. I have no idea how long I am going to be here for, but until that moment, I am doing what makes me happy.

I smile when I see Titus sitting on the sofa looking every bit delicious. I know that one kiss meant nothing to him, but to me? It intoxicated me. Consuming every fibre inside of me that my nerve endings tingle every time I think about it.

But then again it was my first kiss so what do I know?

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I nibble my bottom lip, locking my fingers together as I stand a little awkwardly.

“You hungry?”

I shake my head from side to side, “I sorted myself something out before…” I pause, dropping my eyes.

“I see, I was going to run out to the store soon… thought we could pick something up for dinner? Maybe grab those margaritas you mentioned because they’re all I am thinking about.” His eyes lower, but they don’t leave mine and I feel my stomach flip.

“That sounds good,” I nod, lifting my head and slowly walking over to where he is sitting. I wait for a moment. His hand slips from his lap, his fingertips drumming on the soft cushion of the sofa, then slowly drawing shapes before drumming them again.

I kneel on the cushion, tucking my leg underneath me as I sit down next to Titus and suddenly my breaths draw shorter.

“I spoke to my daughter this morning,” Titus says, and I’m not sure if he can feel the tension that is slowly brewing between us.

“How is she?” I ask, genuinely interested.

“She’s good, busy with work,” he nods, reaching forward and taking a mouthful of his water.

“Helps the days go a little quicker I suppose,” I shrug my shoulders up.

“They must do, think she is missing me now though.” He lets his eyes fall to between his legs, one of his hands holding his glass, the other resting on his thigh.

“It’s been a long few weeks…” I swallow, feeling incredibly guilty, “I’m sorry I am keeping you from her, honestly, just take me home…” but I am stopped when Titus’ hand is on my bare thigh, my skin erupting in tingles that shoot all the way to my toes.

“No,” his voice is low, “I made you a promise Amora, and I am not going to break it.”

“I just…”

“You just nothing,” he gives me a small smile, “I’ll leave when my job is done, you’re my priority while I am here. You. No one else.”

I lick my lips, nodding.

Silence falls over us and eventually, he moves his large hand from my burning skin, and I instantly miss the connection.

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