His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter ten

Elara

I crack my eyes slowly to adjust to the sun light beaming into my room.

After I took a shower last night, I put on a T-shirt, underwear, and shorts then passed out in my bed.

I sigh and turn my phone over, checking the time.

10:03

Jezz. Did I really sleep in that long?

I shrug and pull the comforter off my body, shivering at the cold air coming from my window.

Who the hell left my window open?

I huff and walk over to the window, shutting and locking it.

I look down from the window, it's not a far drop. I could easily jump from here if I really wanted to.

I shake my head and walk to my bathroom, doing my business then putting my hair in a bun.

I yawn and open my room door, making my way down the stairs.

I freeze when I'm entering the kitchen, seeing Rowan there with only sweatpants on, sipping his coffee.

He as heavy bags under his eyes. My best guess is that he probably didn't sleep last night.

I shake my head and make my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Rowan placing something on the counter behind me, causing a small thump.

I look behind me to see a cup of coffee, with my creamer in it already.

Rowan nods his head towards it, and I look at him closing the fridge.

He doesn't make eye contact me, which is strange.

Whatever. Why should I care?

I mumble a thanks and take the mug into my hands, sitting down at the island.

"I'm working today. Will you be fine with Natalia?" Rowan breaks the silence between us.

I wince at her name. I really need to apologize for being such a bitch last night.

I nod my head answering, "Yeah. I'll be fine."

I didn't have any energy left in me to be snarky or start another argument.

He nods his head in acknowledgment.

I peep a glance at him. He leans heavily onto the counter, rubbing his eyes with the pads on his fingers. His hair is painfully giving off bed head, and his eyes are droopy.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" I blurt out.

I almost slap a hand to my face. I don't care. Why did I just ask him that. Jesus.

"No. Couldn't fall asleep." He answers shortly, turning around and dumping the remains of his coffee into the sink.

"Oh" I reply softly.

In reality I really should be just ignoring him instead of taking to him..but I'm a very talkative person and would go insane if I'm with company and we were not talking.

It weird, I know.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed at him. More than pissed.

But I'm not giving him the satisfaction of getting me all hot headed.

I gulp the rest of the coffee, wincing at the hot liquid burning my throat. I needed to get away from him before I get all bitchy again.

Getting up from my seat I turn the sink on, washing my mug, then going for Rowan's.