I Know Your Scared Of The Unknown

Chapter 26

Austin's POV

I woke up the next morning, Sophie's side of the bed left cold and empty. I ran my hands over my face as last night came flooding back to me. I don't know why I was having such a hard time committing to this relationship now that I was home. Ever since the incident in the car on our way from the airport to my house things have just gone down hill. I know I broke her heart last night, but she was too proud to tell me that most likely because she didn't want to make me feel bad knowing that I was going to have to work now that I was home.

Her words kept playing in my head like a record stuck on repeat this is just something I have to get used to. The fact that she even thought she had to get used to me being a dick made me feel like the biggest piece of shit. There was no doubt that things weren't going to be all rainbows and daisies as they were when we were in Italy, but there was also no reason why I had to treat her like she was just here to satisfy my needs in bed and act like she didn't exist through every other part of the day. I felt a chill start to run through my body wondering if she was feeling the exact same way and that is why she told me she'd have to get used to this douche bag way I have been treating her.

I pulled my hands over my face rolling over to see that the wine bottle and glass were removed from her nightstand and her phone was taken off of the charger. Her pajamas were folded neatly and sat on top of the chair in the corner, my guilt rising as I realized I hadn't even made a place for her to keep her things. Way to add to the feeling of her just being here as my mistress. Part of me wondered why she didn't come out and ask me, but I knew Sophie well enough from Italy to know that she just wanted to make me happy and she would put up with whatever was thrown at her, even if it broke her down. As long as I was smiling and happy, in her mind everything was fine.

I looked at the Rolex that was still decorating my wrist seeing that it was already 9am. Not only did I completely ruin our night together last night, but I completely wasted a precious few hours I could've spent with her this morning in a feeble attempt to start to make everything up to her. I cursed myself for being such a heavy sleeper when I was drunk and stoned, as I slid myself out of the bed and walked into my bathroom. I flicked the light on on the wall only to see that all of her stuff was neatly packed in a clear make up bag sitting up on the edge of the sink. The sight of it filled me with more guilt as I realized yet again that she wasn't given an adequate amount of space to live comfortably and feel welcome in my home. I let out a sigh, reaching in and turning on the shower, stripping myself out of my clothes and removing my watch as I stepped inside hoping that I would cleanse myself of every douche bag quality I had seemed to possess since my return from Italy.

Stepping out what felt like hours later, I wrapped a fluffy yellow towel around my waist as I walked into the attached walk in closet. I walked over to a shelf pulling a light colored pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt off of it. I grabbed a pair of Tom Ford boxers out of a drawer stepping into them before throwing on my highly unthought out outfit for today. I slowly started making my way towards the kitchen when I heard Sophie's voice happily chatting with someone else. I stopped in my tracks as I listened closely to see if I could pinpoint who she was talking to when anger started coursing through my veins. I rounded the corner only to see her perched on a stool at the island chatting happily with a battered looking Chris.

I took a couple deep breaths trying to restrain myself from walking over and grabbing him by his neck off of the stool and finishing off our confrontation from last night. I tried to focus my attention on Sophie. She was wearing a pair of low rise ankle jeans, a red flowered short sleeve crop top and a pair of white vans on her feet. Her hair was pulled half up, the rest cascading over her shoulders. She looked fucking beautiful and dare I say it she looked happy talking with Chris, who was sitting a little to close to her for my comfort.