Reaper

20.B

A/N: for some reason Chapter 20.A isn't showing up before this chapter but rather chapters after. It'll most likely show up as the last chapter, so you can skip to there and come back here if you want. It doesn't throw off much, however. It's basically Azias' POV leading up to the events that transpire in this chapter, but it can be read chapters after if you choose to continue reading in the order Wattpad has it 🎀✨

It had been five days since Azias and I saw or spoke to each other. Whenever I wasn't in my room, he was either outside or in his, and whenever he was lingering around the house, I made sure to stay in my room.

In a sense, I was avoiding him. At first, I had just wanted to be left alone because him accusing me of being a gold digger and not caring about him was not only offensive but also belittling and hurtful. After a day, I was over it, but I was at least expecting an apology from him. Instead, he just continued staying away from me.

So I decided that I'd avoid him as well to keep things from being awkward, and most importantly, to prevent me feeling anymore hurt from his words or actions.

Yet here we were, face-to-face, as the girl he wore out exited his room. "When do I see you again?" the girl asked Azias, and his eyes left mine and connected with hers instead.

"I'll let you know," he said before escorting her outside, and I used the bathroom like I had intended to before going into my room again.

After a while, Azias came knocking on my door, and I sighed to myself before welcoming him inside.

"Yes?" I asked once he was in.

"You're ready for tomorrow, right?" he asked, causing me to frown. I had no idea what he was talking about and didn't recall making any plans with him.

I questioned, "What's tomorrow?"

"Friday," he answered. I looked at him, dumbfounded. "Dancing."

Of course...

That was the only reason he had me living with him, after all.

"Oh...I'll put something together."

He nodded, "Okay," before leaving, and I picked my phone up to tell Rose about our interaction. We hadn't spoken in five days yet all he could say was if I was ready to dance for him? No apologies? No hey, how are you? Nothing? Just if I was ready to dance again?

A knock came on the door again, and I asked, "Yes?"

He entered and asked, "You're not gonna make this weird, right?"

So he knows what he did is wrong! Fucking asshole.

I questioned, "Why would I?"

He shrugged before leaving the room once more, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't know why I even allowed myself to start liking this guy. Seeing him with that girl felt like the biggest slap to the face.

How could he do that after wanting to kiss me the other day?

Maybe I allowed myself to give into him because I felt that he was giving into me. I was so wrong, and now, I was stuck with my feelings hurt.

Friday
The music started, and I started my dance after four beats in. I hadn't prepared anything much for today primarily because I wasn't really feeling it. I knew I was only here to dance for him, but I would have rather taken the day off.

His hand went up, and I knew he wanted me to stop. I paused the music and my dancing as I crossed my arms and waited for whatever criticism he was about to give.

"You look bored," he pointed out.

"Not really feeling it today," I admitted.

"How come?"

I shrugged, "I just don't feel like dancing right now."

"And if I send you away, are you gonna get drunk and go dancing on the stage downstairs again?" he asked, a playful glare in his eyes. Not really wanting to entertain him at all, I shook my head. "Come here."

I walked over to him and sat beside him but left a big space between us. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them while avoiding eye contact.

"What's on your mind?" Azias asked while taking a blunt out. I shook my head, telling him it's nothing. "That's not very honest."

"Well, I'm here to dance for you, not talk about my feelings," I replied a bit harshly.

Azias replied, "Wouldn't have had to talk to you if you'd dance with some life in you. And watch ya mouth." He let out a low sigh as I continued to stare off in the distance. "Look, if you're not over that whole kissing ass thing, I'm sorry, aight? I ain't mean it like that. I was just saying that I'm not paying you to care, so it's fine that you don't."

"Okay." I continued staring straight ahead. "Can I go now?"

"No." He put his blunt out and sighed. "Look at me."

"Don't want to."

He grabbed my chin and turned it in his direction. "I wasn't asking," he said, and I closed my eyes, being petty. "Seriously? You don't want me to force your eyes open next, do you?" I kept my eyelids closed, and he pulled my body onto his. "Sapphire." It was the first time I had heard him call my name, and I hated that my body wanted to react to it. I sighed and opened my eyes, and he asked, "Was it what happened yesterday?"

Playing dumb, I frowned, "What happened yesterday?"

"You seeing Jessica leave my room," he answered.

Funny you ask, jackass! Was I bugging or was what he did fucked up? I felt like he was just playing with my feelings, and having to look him in his eyes after what he did was making me emotional. I tried my best, however, to hide it.

I shrugged, "Why would you think that's affecting how I feel? Like you said, I don't care about you or whatever you do. Fuck whoever you want."

"You."

"What?"

Confusion. This man was confused, and I didn't like confusion. Confusion was what got me heartbroken in my last relationship. I had healed from what happened with my ex, but whatever was going on between Azias and me was bringing up some of those old feelings that I had when my ex and I broke up.

"I want you." I could see the lust in his eyes, and it made me roll mine because he was only interested in watching me dance and getting inside my panties.

"No."

"You wanted me a couple nights ago," he reminded.

I shrugged, "And I don't want you now," as I sat up.

"How 'bout tomorrow then?" he joked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off," was all I said before walking off to my room. I then locked the door behind me before changing into my night gown and laying in bed.

Yeah, my feelings were definitely hurt, but I didn't need to admit it to him. I just needed to find out whatever it was that the Boss wanted to know so that I could leave this wretched place.