His Ruthless Revenge (A Dark Bully Romance)

Chapter Forty Three

"Thank God that's over." Finn groans, collapsing on the bed beside me. "Let's not put ourselves through that ever again, ok?"
"Sounds good to me." I add in agreement, turning on my side so I can face him.
"I forgot to mention how sexy you look tonight, by the way." Finn whispers, pressing his body up against mine.
"Finn, we still haven't had a chance to talk yet." I remind him, putting my hand on his shoulder to stop him going any further. "You promised me we could."
"We can tomorrow." He assures me. "But I'm far too tired right now."
He lifts up my chin by using his finger, placing a kiss against my lips before he moves down towards my neck.
"Not now, Finn."
"Why not? Give me one good reason why we can't?" He challenges me, waiting to hear my response.
"You said you were too tired." I point out lamely, struggling to come up with a reasonable excuse for him.
"I'm not in the mood for a heated discussion but I'm definitely in the mood for this." He moans erotically, pulling at my T-shirt as he tries to remove it.
"We can't." I argue weakly, scrambling through my brain for a reason I can give.
"Why not?" He demands roughly. "Why can't we?"
"It's... my time of the month." I lie foolishly, squeezing his hand lightly.
"Seriously?"
"I'm sorry." I apologise softly, hating myself for being so deceitful towards him.
"Fine." He complains childishly, turning his back on me as he rolls over. "I best get some sleep then as I've got an early start tomorrow."

Finn's already left by the time I wake up the following morning. He usually leaves a note for me if he has to leave without saying goodbye but there's nothing there for me this morning.
I reach for my phone and check my messages, hoping he might have sent a text instead. There's nothing on there either and I sigh deeply, closing my eyes as I crawl back underneath the covers.

I sleep for another hour or so before my alarm clock wakes me up and I can't help reaching for my phone again to see if there's any news from Finn.

Nothing.

However, I do have an unread message that wasn't there an hour ago and I freeze as soon as I see who it's from.

Chase.

I've no idea what it says and part of me doesn't even want to open it. Chase is so unpredictable, I honestly have no idea what it might contain.
Inhaling slowly, I try to summon up the strength to read his message.

I went and booked the cabin for us. It's ours from tomorrow evening if you still want it.

Chase x

Alright, at least it's not another demand from him and it gives me the rest of today to figure out what I'm going to do and exactly what I'm going to tell Finn if I decide to go.
He's not due back from work anytime soon and I'm not sure I can even wait that long to talk t9 him. It's not ideal to surprise him at work but I'm running out of options when he won't speak to me at home.
Guilt is eating away at me and it feels like I can't go another minute without talking to him in person. There's no way I can just sneak away to some cabin with Chase and not tell him about it. I can't betray him like that.

I jump in the shower and throw on a pair of clothes. The urge to see Finn and be completely honest is all-consuming and nothing is going to get in the way of that.
There's a huge chance that Finn will turn his back on me after this and despise me when I admit to having unresolved feelings for Chase but I can't back out from this. Not now.
There's also Miranda to consider in all of this. She's going to be heart-broken and distraught when she finds out how Chase really feels about her but despite all of this... I still need to face the consequences of it all. No matter what.

The gym where Finn works isn't too far away and it only takes me a few minutes to walk over there. Bursting through the main doors into the reception area, I spot the receptionist named Paula seated behind her desk as usual.
She's probably in her early forties and I've only met her a couple of times before but she's always been warm and friendly towards me.
"April, how are you?" She asks me kindly, greeting me with her usual burst of enthusiasm.
"I'm fine thanks, Paula. I just need a word with Finn if that's alright?"
"It's his lunch hour right now so he should be in his office. Shall I phone through and let him know that you're here?"
"It's ok. I'd like to surprise him." I tell her, trying to act as though everything is fine between us.
The truth is I don't want to give him an opportunity to avoid this discussion. He could easily make some excuse about being busy if ne knows I want to speak with him.
I thank Paula again and make my way down the corridor towards Finn's office. I know where it is because we've had lunch in there on numerous occasions in the past. Mainly when Finn was too busy to take a proper lunch hour and I can't help feeling sentimental about those simpler times that we shared.