HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 143

Meadow’s POV:

I didn’t want Alaric to even meet me at the house.

I had planned to pack up and be out of there before he got back, but I was trying to summon the courage to tell Nova about it. I had been ignoring her calls the whole day because I wasn’t ready to talk to her about what had happened from the night we went to Vegas.

I was going to get my own apartment, but I wouldn’t be able to do so in such short notice. So I had to call her. She didn’t ask me any questions. Not yet.

In her own words: “Let’s get you out of there and make you feel better, and then I can get mad at you.”

I didn’t cry when I was still with Alaric in his office, but the moment I got home, it was as if the dam fucking broke and let all the tears out.

I was stupid. So stupid to think that Alaric felt a certain way about me only based on how he treated me. He wanted to feel me, take care of me… fuck me…

And nothing else. And I was foolish to think that he would want to at least be committed. He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want me, all of me.

And now, as I watched him stare up at me, all I wanted to do was…

Heck, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.

“You’re leaving?” Alaric’s voice still had that robotic tone to it–the same one that he had used when he’d asked me to leave his office.

I was naked, bared to him, vulnerable, and he had gone soft inside of me. The idea of even being in love with me repulsed him so much that he-

“Yes,” I murmured. “I am.” And then I began to descend the stairs, my other suitcase and a bag in both hands. I didn’t pack up everything, just the stuff I came here with. I didn’t take any of the dresses he got me or anything from the closet.

I didn’t want a daily reminder of the hurt.

I made sure not to meet his eyes, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I had to. Because he refused to move.

“Alaric…”

His brows drew together. “Can we talk about this?” His tone was a bit softer this time, so soft, I felt the whisper in my heart.

My chest tightened. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I replied, my voice shaky. “I just want to leave. Will you let me walk through?”

I didn’t wait for his response before I started to roll my suitcase past him. However, before I could fully walk past, he took my arm in a firm grip.

My entire body froze. His grip wasn’t strong enough to hurt or stop me from leaving, it was more of a beckon.

A plea.

“Look at me, Meadow.”

I shook my head, blinking hard to chase the tears away. “I can’t-”

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