BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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"So, how's your new college treating you?" Roma asks over the phone as the taxi I've taken from the airport stays still in the traffic. New York must be famous for its traffic because there's certainly a lot of it. "It's good," I lie as I glance out of the window to see the night sky filled with stars.
Originally I planned for an earlier flight with the time differences, yet, of course there's always delays. I tried messaging my father about using the private jet, but like the time before he didn't answer. Five months and I haven't heard a word from him, I'll have to talk to Kian about that, that is if he'll talk to me.
"The people are nice?" Roma questions with genuine concern, "they are," I lie again as I try to convince myself. The girls believe I changed colleges to be in New York as Kian took over his Empire. They trusted me to when I said it was for the best. I'll see them soon, I FaceTimed them a couple of times while I was away, and they're none the wiser.
"I should try to sleep, otherwise Ele will kick me out of my bedroom," Roma whispers before laughing, I smile to myself because for the first time in a long while, I'm home. I wonder if Kian missed me? Because it's late I'll have to wait in his hotel lobby for a couple of hours, but that's okay. I just want to see him, to touch him. To apologise and explain how I made the worst mistake possible. Running was a mistake, I know that now. I tried to ignore my feelings, that didn't work out. I just ached knowing he'd probably hate me for leaving.
And I couldn't live with that, I refuse to go back to hate because I certainly do not hate Kian Bliss.
"I'll talk to you soon," I reply before Roma says his goodbyes and the line is silent once more. As I glance out of the window I notice the rain beginning to pick up, and yet the traffic has stayed still. I could be here all night, that probably would be better than showing up to one of Kian's hotels dripping wet in the middle of the night, nearly the morning. He would be up, but I can't barge my way back into his life. That just isn't fair.
"How long do you think that'll last?" I ask the driver as I lean forward to hear his respond. "Forty?" He responds with a shrug and it clear neither of us know how long we'll be here. "Here," I reach into my purse to grab a hundred to pass him, "I'll get out here." Before the man could argue with me I get out and the cold instantly hits me. New York on the summer days is warm, and humid, at night— that's a different story. I'm just grateful my suitcase is small, as I grab my stuff out of the trunk I watch as the traffic stays unmoving. I may get soaked but I'll have a couple hours to dry off in the hotel lobby. Does Kian know I'm back in the city? He has eyes everywhere, surely he would know, right?
God, running was the biggest mistake I could of made, and I once believed it was trusting Kian Bliss. Now I know I can't trust my feelings, because they never faded. I really do need to tell him how I feel because the longer I wait the more it hurts. He has to forgive me, surely? I shouldn't think this way, but at least now he understands the pain of betrayal.
