Chapter 26: The Devil in a Suit
I don’t remember walking to the hotel room I just remember the sting in my chest and the heaviness in my feet, and Adrien’s words echoing in my head.
"it’s Disgusting."
The second the door clicked shut behind me, I let my bag fall to the floor and leaned against the door closing my eyes.
I didn’t cry... I couldn’t I just stood there. Breathing. Burning.
Why did it hurt so much? What I experienced from that scary man didn’t even hurt as what he said to me.
I peeled off the blazer and kicked off my heels like they were the enemy, and sank onto the bed. My wrist still ached from where that pervert twisted it. And now Adrien had twisted something else entirely—something I didn’t even know could ache this way.
My eyes drifted to the mirror across the room. My bun was messy, one earring gone, lipstick smudged. I looked like someone who’d been through war and lost.
And yet, I survived.
I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, took a sip, and finally allowed myself to lie back. The soft sheets swallowed me whole. For the first time in years I wanted sleep not to escape reality but to escape him.
Adrien Walton.
The devil in tailored suits. Why did he act like that if he found me disgusting....