Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Too Good To Be True

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I awaken from my good nights sleep to the cold breeze that brushes over me. And I don't know whether I should smile or give myself a verbal beat down. I have taken advantage of Christian when he was at his most vulnerable. He had trusted me, and confided in me. But all I felt I did was manipulate him.

Don't take it the wrong way. I didn't decieve him when I said I loved him. I meant every word of what I said. But still, a part of me wouldn't stop the relentless verbal assault. Had I forced the love out of him? Perhaps he had loved me all this time, and when I finally returned his affection, he wasn't ready for the reaction.

I roll over to take sure that my eratic stirring hasn't woken Christian up. But to my surprise, he wasn't in the bed next to me. Where could he have gone? I prop myself up for a moment to wake myself up completely.

Since I felt like a lazy bum, I picked up the closest item of clothing I could find, his extremely large shirt. It looks like freaking dress on me! And those sleeves. I felt like I had tiny t-rex arms.

I walked out of the room, trying to figure out the maze known as Christian's castle. Where the hell could he have gone? Damn he should really give me a blueprint of this place. I had been walking aimlessly around this castle for at least 10 minutes.

By now I had past the enormous kitchen on the bottom level. And I was completely lost until I hear the sound of gloves and a punching bag. I stroll further down an unfamiliar hallway, following the sounds.

When I finally get there, I see a gym, old fashioned 4 side ring, and a huge rack of weights. And then I catch a glimpse of him. The only attire he has on? A pair of sweat pants hanging dangerously low to his defined V-line. His tattoo exposed and his immense back is faced towards me, his blonde hair falls down his glistening back as he continues to hit the punching bag, hard.

He lands about 2 impactful punches before he literally knocked the bag right of the hinges. Oh my god! He pauses and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. He still hasn't noticed my presence. He picks up another punching bag and hoists it up  with one hand. These things weight over 300 IBS. and he lifted that bag like it was a rag doll.

It's only when he attaches the metal hook that he finally acknowledges my presence, and it wasn't a look I liked, I'll tell you that much. He spares a short multi-second expressionless glance before he begins his assault of the new bag.

His cloth wrapped hands make short work of the bag, the impact even makes me jump at little. And as quickly as that glance lasted is exactly how long that bag lasted too. Because it was soon flying across the gym from tremendous impact.

He pauses to take in some much needed breaths and he begins to unwrap his hands. "Last night was a mistake..." Was all he said. And that's all it took for my heart to drop.

"What?" I asked, trying not to sound broken inside. He finally unwrapps his left hand and throws it into the black container.

"Last night was a mistake!" he repeated, louder and clearer this time. "Everything I said was a mistake", he pauses and he unwraps his other hand. "And everything I did was a mistake..." He finishes.

That's all it took for my heart to go from floating on cloud nine to being kicked and stomped on relentlessly. I don't understand! Where is this all coming from?!

"That sure as hell doesn't sound like the guy from last night" I admitted bitterly as I prevent tears from escaping my eyes. "I opened my heart to you and you're going to tell that you don't give a damn about me?".