(Editing) Sold to Be His

Chapter 34

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Next Day

HENRY POV

I'm an idiot. A total stupid human being with an IQ of zero.
I just ruined everything. I ruined a great friendship and I almost made her cheat on her husband. What kind of guy am I?
I drink the last drop of red wine on the bottle. The good thing my father inherit me is with alcohol tolerance. I'm buzzed but not drunk at all.
I throw away the bottle and I hear the glass break. I get the brush with red paint and begin to finish the painting.
It is a baby girl holding a stuffed red bear. It is a big canvas, 4 ft by 4 ft.
I'm starting to paint the bear's foot when I hear someone coming in. I stop and turn around but don't hear anything else.
I shake it off and go back to the canvas.
"Henry," her sweet voice appears. I quickly turn and see her with a faint smile.
"Yeah? I'm kind of busy. I need to finish this by today," I say. I really don't want to talk to her. I feel so embarrassed.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see if-" she stops walking and sees the broken bottle on the floor. "You were drinking?" She skips over the glass and is in front of me. She smells like pears and she looks pretty with her black coat dress. Her hair is in curls and loose.
"Henry, answer me, why are you drinking? Why is the bottle on the floor?" She touches my arm.
I sigh, "It helps me calm down."
"Please, can we talk? It won't take long."
"Sure,"
I put the things on the table and sit on it. Athena places her hand on her round stomach. I notice she has different rings this time.
"I don't want to hurt you," Athena says.
"You're not," I say.
She frowns, "I never got it when you said you love me for the first time. I thought you cared for me in a brotherly way. I never really recall doing things to make you fall in love with me."
She is going to end it. She doesn't want to talk to me anymore. It sucks though, I'm used to this talk yet with Athena every word is punching me in the balls. It hurts as hell and i want to to stop but I cant.
I'm holding in the tears as she continues.
"I'm sorry but I can't see you anymore. But Shawn said if you ever need our help financially or in something we can do, feel free to call him," she says.
I'm looking at her but ignoring her at the same time. I can only sit there like a fool I am. I just want her to leave.
Athena steps forward, "Henry?"
I flinch as she touches my cheek. I blink rapidly and see her crying.
"I'm sorry."
No, shit, no she shouldn't be crying! I'm the one who looses and she wins and be happy. I want her to be happy honestly. That's why I wanted Shawn to come back into her life.
I get on my feet and hug her. "No it's fine. I'm okay. I swear. I understand."
She wraps her arms around me. "You helped me get back to Shawn. You are a great friend and I'm here hurting you. It's not fine."
"It is," I whisper. "I just want you to be good and for your baby to bring you happiness."
"I don't want to stop talking to you but Shawn is right. This won't be the same as before. You kissed me and well saw me naked," her voice lowers as she reaches the end. I chuckle to myself. She is so embarrassed about that. I thought she looked beautiful. I love the curves of her body.
"Henry, can I get my space back?" She asks.
Darn. I pull away and untuck my shirt and lower it to my zipper.
She avoids looking at my pants and looks to the side. "I think I need to go."
"For good?" I ask.
She nods.
"Just one question before you leave,"
"What?" Her eyes look at mine.
"If you did leave Shawn, would you go back to Royce? Or would you have given me a chance?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Answer,"
"You,"
"Why? You loved Royce,"
"He wasn't my prince charming though,"
"Okay."
"Bye Henry."
She walks away.

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Two days later. December

ATHENA POV

It has been two days I seen Henry. I wonder if he is okay. I don't want him to suffer.
A sudden warmth embraces me from behind. His warmth breathing hits my neck and his lips kiss my cheek.
"Thanks for helping me clean the office," Shawn says.
I'm in front of his desk putting papers in the right folder.
Shawn steps aside and I turn to him. "Your welcome mister."
"Would you like something to eat?" He asks as he puts a paper in the shredder next to the desk.
"Sure, how about some Italian?" I answer.
He nods. "I'll tell Bonnie to call for carry out."
I fix my long black skirt against my stomach. "Do you think I should start wearing maternal clothes?"
Shawn smiles, "Whatever you are comfortable with. I can go shopping with you if you like."
"Sure. It be fun."
We finish cleaning the office and step out to the entertainment room.
We see Eli cleaning the television hanging on the wall. She has a similar outfit like what Bonnie wears: A black button down shirt with black skinny pants and gray shoes.
Her hair is a high bun with curls on the sides.
"Um, Eli, what are you doing?" Shawn as he walks towards her.
She frowns, "I'm cleaning. I need to do earn my stay. I can't just sit around and do nothing to help you as you are helping me."
Shawn gets the piece of cloth she is holding from her hand. "No, you are my guest. You don't have to do this. Francisco wants you to be calm before you enter treatment."
He sounds so protective of her.
She looks down. "If you say so, I'm sorry."
Shawn gets her chin. "No need to. But can you do me a favor?"
"Oui,"
"Can you tell Bonnie to order Italian for everyone to eat?"
She smiles and nods. "Oui, excuse me." She walks towards the door and says hello to me before leaving.
Shawn turns to me, "everything okay?"
I nod and go sit down on the couch in the middle of the room. I eye him. I think I'm seeing what Shawn was seeing with Henry and me. Am I jealous? No, why would I? I shake my head and thoughts. "So, which movie you want to see?" Shawn asks me. He turned on the tv and now is searching through the channels for movies.
"Umm, how about a musical?" I chuckle. He looks at me, "No."
"Why?"
"You know I hate them," he rolls his eyes. He sits next to me and I kiss his cheek."Fine, how about a comedy?"
"Alright."
We are halfway through the movie and the door is opened. "Monsieur," it is Franky. He is bringing in our food.
He puts the platter of food on a table on the side of the room. "Oh, your father called saying he needs the deposit by tonight."
Shawn nods, "thanks Francisco." Franky leaves and closes the door.
We stand and go settle in the table to eat.
"Athena," Shawn says. I swallow the pasta and nod. "Can I ask you something dealing with Henry?"
"What?"
"If I didn't convince you to stay, would you have given him a chance? Once he confessed to you that he loves you?"
What? Why is he asking me that?
"What?" I ask.
Shawn takes my hand on the table. "Don't get upset. It is just my curiosity."
"Well, stop it, it's in the past, it doesn't matter," I say.
"Okay," he lightly smiles.
I sigh. "Just let me finish this pasta and you can annoy me later."
Shawn chuckles, "Aw, come on, don't be grumpy."
I stick my tongue out and continue to eat.
But his question still lingers in my mind. Henry asked the same thing to me the other day. I said yes. I said I would give him a chance. Does that mean I had or have something of love towards Henry?
No. I love Shawn.
I look at Shawn struggling to get pasta on his fork. He looks so boyish. I smile. I made my final choice.