His Queen (18+)

Chapter XXIII

THE THREAT

And we'll never be friends like this.
God couldn't forgive like this.
Way I went in like this.
Thank God I ain't been like this.

Since you been like this,
Baby, I don't really wanna be in like this.

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CHAPTER XXIII

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I DIDN'T EXPECT to fall asleep that night due to the fact that I had slept so much already. That being said, when the drowsiness hit me and I felt myself dozing away. I knew my sleep was going to be anything but rejuvenating or refreshing.

I wasn't sure whether it was the different, unfamiliar surroundings or the events that had taken place earlier that made me toss and turn so much, but I suspected it was a mix of the two. Either way, I suffered through the restlessness, anxiety and nightmares until I could open my eyes the next morning to see the sun beaming through the curtains.

Instead, I was met with grey storm clouds and the sight of Daniel sitting in the armchair opposite me with his phone in his hands. I frowned and sat up, but didn't say anything as I took in his appearance.

Unlike most days, today he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants paired with a black t-shirt and his signature chain around his neck. And by his chain, I mean the chain I gave him. I couldn't help the slightest flutter of my heart once I noticed it.

His hair was way curlier than I remembered it normally being. Usually it bordered wavy, but today his curls were much tighter and more defined. It only took me a couple minutes of staring before I realised it was because he put no effort in his appearance today. His 'usual' look was his attempt at taming his hair. This look must've been his 'just got out of bed' look.

I couldn't help but frown even more at the fact that we had seemingly been in a relationship, but I had never seen him this dressed down before. What kind of a relationship was that?

“Who's Travis?” The sound of his voice was like sweet honey to my ears and I would've taken the time to bask in it if it wasn't for the fact that the implications of his question had finally dawned on me.

He hadn't even said goodmorning and he was already interrogating me? And that was when I noticed.

“Is that my phone?”

For the first time since I had opened my eyes, Daniel had finally taken his eyes off my phone to look at me. His expression was blank, almost as if asking me if I was stupid but I was too busy trying to fit the pieces together to be pissed at him.

I knew I left my phone in the car wreck along with my bag and everything in it, so how the hell did he have it? It was only after I looked down to where his feet was did I see the rest of my get-up. My bag was there, on the floor, intact with all of the things I left in it still in it. He must've retrieved it somehow.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was like a bucket of cold water was being spilled over me, no longer having the ring like honey as it came with every intention to ruin my happiness.

I looked away from my bag and into his eyes instead only to cringe back at the dead serious look on his face. He wasn't playing and if I gave him an answer he didn't like, he'd make sure I wouldn't be able to play too.

Only problem was I didn't know what answer he didn't like, so I settled with the truth. It's not like I did anything wrong anyways.

I think.