Page 128 of Unravelling The Beast

"Look, I need to go, so can you move your bike?"

He sighs as I close the door, and I watch in my mirrors as he starts his motorcycle and speeds away.

I take a deep breath and sit in utter stillness for a while, debating whether leaving here is the best option, but it's too late; my mom would freak if I stayed any longer; she's already suspicious of me being here.

If I have to confront Arlo when I get home, so be it. I'll just have to keep my calm and tell him that whatever has been going on between us is most definitely over. I'm not sure if he'd find closure in hearing the words come out of my mouth rather than a note.

It's comforting to know he's not giving up on me so easily, but it's also concerning, and it's making this a lot harder. Is his father aware of what's going on and that I've left, as he asked?

I start my car and check over my shoulder as I reverse out; once on the road, I return home.

It's late at night, and I'm finally at home. I've had a relaxing shower, changed into a red lace nightdress, and just had some dinner, but I've spent the majority of the day pacing back and forth, wondering if or when he'll come. I've tried listening to music and watching TV to distract myself from the anxiety, but I still can't keep my mind off of him.

It's already 11 p.m., and I double-check that all of my doors are locked and secure, considering he has decided not to come before heading upstairs to my bedroom.

When I enter my bedroom, I head to the window and close my curtains.

I'm sitting outside of Wren’s house in my Lamborghini, out of sight, peering out the tinted window beside me, and it's the first time I've seen her for an entire week. She walks towards the front upstairs window in nothing but a skimpy red nightdress before closing the curtains, leaving a small crack of light shining through.

This will be the first time I've been able to get her alone, and fuck yeah, I plan to shit the hell out of her in the process of her seeing me. She wants to play games with me, dodge my calls, fucking ghost me, and tell Jasper we're done. Yeah, we'll see about that.

Cree has been asking me where the fuck she has been all fucking week, and I've had to keep telling him that she'll be home soon because she fucking will! I'm not leaving this house without her.

I'm not losing her a second time, no matter how many times she says no. I've given her more than enough space to come to her senses, but she's definitely stuck on whatever bullshit this is about.

My mind has been consumed with her, and I've had no time to think clearly, do business, or anything else for that matter. I've realised how much she means to me in this short time away from her, and I'll tell her that tonight if I have to, but in my fucking way.

Jasper is the only person I've been able to speak with about this because Wren has fucking decided he can't see her sister either.

Me and my half brother have never been close. My dad has always made us believe he was a mistake, a black sheep, but this past week has made me aware that he is probably the only family I can honestly rely on when it comes down to shit like this.

I take a slow step out of my car and, as the doors close, I lean up against it, pulling a cigarette from my pocket and lighting the end. I patiently stare at her window, waiting for her to switch off her light.

I flick my cigarette away before slipping my hands into a pair of black leather gloves and pulling on my black beanie hat. The light goes out after about 10 minutes, and I wait a few more minutes before prowling across the deserted, quiet street.

I reach into my black inner coat pocket and pull out a lockpicking tool that I've used and perfected for many years when doing hits. I gently insert it into the keyhole and play with it until I hear a slight click.

Fucking bingo.

I discreetly peek behind me to ensure no one has seen me break into her fucking house, and then I slowly push the door open.

As I enter the dark foyer, I can smell her immediately, and I must prevent myself from charging up the stairs and pouncing on her. After closing the door behind me, I take a slow step forward and creep up the staircase until I reach the top.

I spot the bedroom she's in and notice the door is slightly ajar, which makes this so much easier for me. I take a steady step forward, avoiding any unexpected movements or sounds until I'm outside her door. I pause for a bit, listening to see if I can hear anything, and when I hear her breathing heavily, I know she's sleeping or close to it.

I know her well enough to recognise every sound she makes while asleep, awake, or being fucked, which is engraved in my mind for the rest of my life.

My cock hardens just thinking about violently fucking her, but I attempt to push those dirty thoughts away for the time being.

I place my palm on the door and gently push on it, and when it's wide enough, I step inside and instantly notice her, laying on her side with her eyes closed, her dark hair sprawled on her white pillows, like a brunette sleeping beauty.

I stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at her, wondering how the fuck I'm going to do this without her screaming the house down or having a heart attack.

Suddenly, her body stiffens, her eyes pop open, and I remain totally motionless as she slowly raises her head before turning to face me. When she sees my silhouette, she shrieks in alarm and scrambles up the bed, pressing her back against the headboard.

She hugs her knees to her chest before reaching over and turning on the bedside lamp.

As soon as the strong light illuminates the dark room, our eyes lock for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Her wide, shocked eyes are fixed on my angry orbs, and I can hear her panicked breathing.

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