Chapter 101 (Leon)
Chapter 101
Leon’s POV
No. No. No. No.
This couldn’t be. It wasn’t real. This was a joke. Yes, that’s what it was. A fucking joke. But it wasn’t funny. It fucking wasn’t funny.
The screen of my phone was a shard of glass in my eye. It burned. Every pixel was a tiny needle of white-hot rage stabbing directly into my brain. I had been staring at it for an hour, maybe two. Time had dissolved into a thick, acidic sludge in the pit of my stomach. I felt like throwing up. Fuck!
I ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents in my stomach. And there was nothing. Fuck this shit.
The picture. Just remembering it made me want to throw up in anger once more. I saw red.
That bastard, Kaeleen fucking Sterling, shirtless and smug, with the morning light glinting off his over-muscled torso like he was some kind of fucking god. His smile was the worst part. It wasn’t a press smile or a polite smile. It was a deep, genuine, possessive smile. The smile of a man who had woken up completely satisfied.
He fucked her. I know he did. And Astrid was a good fucking lay. I’m sure he swan in that fucking sweet pussy and being the whore she was she leg him. I know she did.
But even at that, it wasn’t his face that held my gaze. It was the background. Over his shoulder, hanging like a trophy on the wall of his bedroom, was the drawing. Her drawing. I knew her style as well as I knew the back of my own hand. I had cultivated it, after all. The delicate cross-hatching, the impossible softness she achieved with charcoal, the way she captured not just a face but the very soul behind it. And the soul she had captured was Kaeleen’s.