She gives me a dry look. “You’re always hungry.”
I chuckle, admitting defeat. “Guilty as charged. So,” I say, crossing my feet on the ground as I smirk at her. “Got any snacks?”
“Does this look like a restaurant to you?”
I shrug. “I feel like you owe me compensation for putting me through torture.”
“I’m closing up in five,” she says. “Are you sure you want to risk being stuck here all night?”
I laugh. “Alright, alright,” I relent, pushing myself up from the floor and waving her goodbye.
By the time I pull into my driveway, I’m desperate for a shower. Sweat soaks my clothes, and I can’t wait to peel them off. I slip my headphones over my ears as I step out of the car and hit play, letting the music fill my ears.
“Chris?” I call out as I step through the front door, pulling the headphones off and wrapping them around my neck.
No answer.
My gaze shifts to his closed bedroom door, and I figure he must still be asleep. He’s been here for over a week now, but his sleep schedule is still all over the place.
I kick off my sneakers and head into my bedroom, swiftly pulling off my t-shirt, leaving only my sports bra on. I grab a fresh pair of sweats and a tank top, ready to take a steaming hot shower.
As I disconnect my headphones, the music starts playing from my phone’s speaker. Humming along to the song, I leave my bedroom, and push open the bathroom door.
“Ughh. Fuck.”
My head shoots up in confusion, and my phone slips from my grasp and clatters to the ground at the sight in front of me.
Chris’ eyes widen in shock as he turns to face me, and I meet his gaze, taking in the sight of him standing in the shower, completely naked, with his fist wrapped around his cock.
Chapter 13
This is not fucking happening
My eyes squint open as light sneaks through the curtains. I groan and reach for my phone on the nightstand. Shit. It’s almost noon, and I’m only just waking up. I thought a week back home would be enough to adjust to the time change, but I guess I’m still not there yet.
I was always one to stay up late anyway, especially when I’d sneak through Gabi’s window to spend the night in her room. She never wanted to go to sleep when I was there. She used to get so excited to see me, as if her bed was just a second option forme. Little did she know, staying in her room was the only way I could fall asleep.
It took me a long time to get used to sleeping without her when I first moved to London, and even now it’s still really hard. The night I moved in here, and we spent the night playing video games, was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
I glance at my phone, checking Gabi’s location and seeing she’s still at her dance class. With a groan, I lift myself out of bed and head out of the room.
The counters are cluttered with wine glasses from the guys coming over yesterday. They stayed late, and neither Gabi nor I had the energy to deal with the mess. I groan at the sight, knowing I’ll have to deal with it sooner or later.
Later.
Gabi probably won’t be home for a while, so I have time to clean up before she’s back.
But right now, I need some food. The place is too quiet without Gabi here, so I play some music on my phone, filling the room with noise. Then, I grab a bowl from the cabinet and fill it with some cereal.
I manage to take a couple of spoonfuls before the music on my phone abruptly cuts off, replaced by an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, I wonder if Gabi is calling me.
But it’s not her.
My body tenses at the sight of the familiar name flashing on the caller ID, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. Even miles away, he still manages to loom over me. He still has a hold on my life. On me.
Fuck him.
Will this ever stop. Will he continue to call me, and make my life a living hell every single fucking day? I thought I’d get rid of him when I moved to London, but here I am, four years later and he’s still here, even when he’s behind prison bars.
