The Divorcee's Redemption

59: Cuffed

I knocked once, then twice, and soon it became multiple times.

She was in there.

She could clearly see me from the peephole that she had installed.

But Chelsea wouldn't answer.

"I won't leave until you open the door," I told her.

It was almost 12 in the afternoon-an entire hour since I began knocking. Sighing, I sat on the carpet with my back pressed against the door.

I was not leaving until she opened.

On the other side of the door, I heard the TV being turned on and the bed creaking. Just the confidence that she wasn't too far from me had me sighing in relief. For the first time in hours, my eyes closed on their own, and I fell asleep.

I didn't know how long it had been, but I snapped awake when Chelsea unlocked the door. Before I could react, I was lying face up on the wooden floor, half my body inside her apartment.

Chelsea screamed a little, "What the fuck are you doing?! How long were you waiting there? You maniac!"

I stared at her.

I hadn't seen her pretty face in so long. Now that I did, my heart felt somewhat at ease.

She was wearing a dress that touched her knees and unconsciously, I glanced at her panties.

"I like the color-"

"Get the fuck out!" She yelled and squeezed her thighs together. A light blush crept into her cheeks as I lifted myself off the floor.

"I'm here to talk-"

She attempted to slam the door in my face but I pushed it back.

"You will listen to what I have to say."

Chelsea glared, her lips twitching. She was still attempting to push the door close as she looked away from me. I pushed back just as hard.

"I set myself three priorities in life. My company, Lucy, and you. Xander Corp will be fine when I retire in a few years, Lucy will handle things easily... If she ever needs any help, Stuart and Marie will always be there."

Chelsea still hadn't looked up and I sighed, "Coming to Lucy... Even though I despise Danny... I'm very much convinced that he'll take good care of our cupcake."

She glanced at me.

"Now about you..." I whispered and stepped an inch closer.

"I swear to god that I'll call the cops if you don't leave."

"I have to explain myself, Chelsea."

She still wasn't looking my way and I felt her apply more pressure on the door.

"The only thing I want is for you to be happy. I was sure that you would be happier with Trent, hence I called him here. If I knew that asshole would make things worse, I wouldn't have done that. But he told me something and as much as I hate it, those words have been haunting me for a long time. He told me that if I think that I'm not worth your time, I should be a better version of myself."

I swallowed the lump of pride in my throat, "I'm going to do that. So, I want you back."

Chelsea looked up, her eyes wide and moist.

Just when I thought my gaze was distracting her as much as her loose clothes were distracting me, Chelsea slammed the door shut with both her hands and I stumbled back.

"I won't leave without an answer."

My resolve was strong. Even though I didn't understand what I exactly meant by wanting her back, I just knew that I needed her more than anything.