HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 128

Alaric’s POV:

I didn’t go straight to work that morning.

I had a goal, and I was going to make sure that I saw it through. I didn’t go to meet my brother yesterday because I was too busy thinking about my wife and wondering what her next move was going to be.

Fuck, she was infuriating me. Nearly causing me to go insane from her stubbornness. And not to think of the fact that she had begun to blame herself for my father’s death when she knew damn well that it wasn’t her fault.

Meadow was a victim, and she kept treating herself like she was the offender.

If she hadn’t agreed to go with Trip, I wouldn’t have let her stubborn ass leave the house. Hell, I would’ve gone with her to meet her sister–which was something she would not have liked.

I didn’t know else I was supposed to get it instilled in her brain.

She wasn’t just avoiding me because she was pissed that I kept this entire thing from her. She was avoiding me because she didn’t know how to face me, and by punishing me, she was also punishing herself.

She knew that. Yet, she wouldn’t stop.

But that wasn’t the reason I was getting in the elevator that led to my brother’s apartment. I was here because of something else.

Here because he touched me–punched me, in fact. And I’d felt him.

That wasn’t ordinary. I hadn’t felt anyone’s touch in years–including his and my mother’s. But by some miracle, I had felt his punch.

And fuck. I wanted to feel it again.

Since Nolan touched me, I had been trying to feel something. Yes, I was losing my mind because Meadow refused to, but that wasn’t it. I had slammed my hand against walls and kicked furniture. I was nearly

tempted to go into my gym and use my fists on my diamond–studded punching bag, but some told me that Meadow would be very disappointed and upset with me if I did that, or if I had sliced my arm with a knife just to feel pain like I’d done when I was still a teenager.

And her opinion fucking mattered to me. I couldn’t stand it if I broke her heart more than I already had.

When I stepped into Nolan’s penthouse, it was quiet. And I instantly found out why. There were faint kissing sounds coming from the kitchen. My brother groaned and then a familiar female giggle filtered into my ears.

Perfect.

“So you accuse my wife of being a gold digger and then move on to kiss her best friend with that same mouth?”

They both jumped apart at the sound of my voice. “That’s fucking low, Nolan. And quite frankly, disrespectful to both women, especially since you know how loyal Nova is to Meadow.”

“Alaric!” Nova exclaimed, jumping down from the counter. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ears. “How are you here…” she trailed off. And then, as though my words had finally settled in her mind, she froze. “Wait, what?”

Nolan was already fully dressed in his usual leather ensemble. Seemed he was already about to head out and… probably leave Nova here–who seemed to have already moved in from the looks of the bed hair and casual t–shirt and sweatpants she had on.

Well, that was fucking fast.

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