HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 68

Meadow’s POV:

I did remember my name.

After Alaric gave me two more orgasms.

I wasn’t sure at what point I fell asleep, but it was still dark when my eyes opened. I’d slept with Alaric’s arm pulling my back to his front, but now, I felt nothing.

No trace of his skin on mine. And when I touched his side of the bed, it was cold.

He had left me alone. Again.

My heart dropped as something in my throat thickened.

How hard was it to just spend the entire night with me? Or just a few fucking hours, because from what I could tell, it had been a long time since he left the bed.

I should’ve known better than to expect that he would do anything but detach himself from me. I shook my head. Why was I even dwelling on this? He didn’t owe me anything.

Not his affection or care.

Turning the bedside lamp on, I threw the covers away from my body and got out of Alaric’s bed. I pulled on a shirt of his before I left his room, deciding to continue the rest of the night in my room instead–if my now restless mind would let me.

And I was almost at the door to my room when I heard it.

Sounds coming from downstairs. Low grunts and groans, all sounding like they were from Alaric.

My heartbeat stuttered. What on earth was going on?

I hurried down the stairs, my heart in my throat as I followed the sounds. They led me to a door which was slightly ajar. I had never been in here before, but I knew it had to be some kind of gym. Because most times, whenever Alaric returned from his morning runs, he branched in here.

The sounds got louder as I approached. Alaric wasn’t groaning in pain–of course, he wasn’t. He couldn’t feel pain. But the force of whatever he was hitting was causing him to grunt.

And whatever he was hitting, he had to be hitting it hard.

Slowly, forcing my hands to be steady, I pushed the door open, and what I saw had a gasp tearing from my throat.

“Alaric…”

All the breath had left my lungs and what came out of my mouth was an airy whisper, so I was certain he couldn’t hear me.

My knees nearly buckled and I had to hold on to the railing that caged the short steps so I wouldn’t tumble over them.

Alaric was hitting a punching bag with the utmost fervor I had ever seen.

And no, this wasn’t a regular punching bag. There were two of those hanging from the ceiling.

But the one Alaric was hitting constantly was studded all over with diamonds.

Diamonds that had almost turned red from the stain of Alaric’s blood. He was hurting himself.

“Alaric!” I gasped louder now, my chest heaving as I struggled to understand what I was looking at.

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