His Queen (18+)

Chapter XI

THE TRUTH

I've been told to get you out my mind,
But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind.
Oh my Lord, I need you by my side.

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CHAPTER XI

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“DO YOU NEED something?”

I snapped up at the sound of Daniel's unmistakable voice, my heart stopping in my chest as I searched my mind for a half believable lie.

There was no use though. I knew it because he had caught me red-handed. And I hadn't even found whatever it was that I was looking for.

I stared at Daniel like a deer caught in headlights, willing myself to just open my mouth and defend my cause, but the most that I could do was gape at him like a fish out of water.

“Did you not hear me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he took a step closer to me. “Or do you just choose to ignore me?”

“I-I heard you,” I stuttered out like a fool.

In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder where all of that pent up anger had gone. It would've been very useful now that I needed it but I saw that it only lasted until it got me into trouble. Now the only thing that was going through my mind was fear and unimaginable sadness.

“So you chose to ignore me then?”

I shook my head profusely, losing my voice in my throat again as he took another step closer to me. I knew he wasn't going to hit me; I had made him mad many times and he never raised his hands against me.

The problem was that I meant nothing to him. He could easily kill me if he wanted to which, under normal circumstances, wouldn't faze me much (since I would be dead) but I had a son now. A tiny little human being who loved and treasured me. Someone who depended solely on me.

And I loved him too. I wanted to see him grow old and live a long, fulfilling life.

“So, then answer my question, sweetheart,” he said, finally stepping right in front of me. I opened my mouth to force out an answer, but that was when his calloused hand had made delicate contact with my cheek.

An old feeling that I had buried a long time ago suddenly came rushing back and right then and there, I saw the thousands of reasons why I fell in love with him instead of the millions of reasons I hated him.

He traced his finger along my skin, drawing a smooth line from my cheekbone to my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut and my mind took me back to better times when I was with him and had little to worry about.

But then I caught myself because this was wrong and this was just another form of his manipulation. With a sigh, almost as if too tired to function, I took his hand and gently pushed him away from me.

“Don't touch me.”

I heard him let out a low chuckle, making me meet his eyes only to see that he had found the whole situation amusing. I didn't know why that made my heart ache in my chest. I didn't know why I had expected for him to feel the same intense emotions I felt.

He was just playing with me. Maybe checking to see if he still had the same affect on me. It was just a game to him.

Everything was just a game to him. Me falling for it was me showing him that I was that same naïve little girl that he fucked and played around with two years ago.