Mated To The Enemy (Previously TVKWP)

CHAPTER 9

AMELIA

 

 

The stinging of my cheeks jolts me awake, sending a surge of fear and confusion coursing through my veins. As I glance around the room, disoriented by the abrupt awakening, I see Ember standing by the edge of the bed, her gaze ablaze with intensity. There's no need for words; I understand immediately that she just used a slap to rouse me from my sleep.

 

 

 

Gingerly, I raise my hand to my swollen cheek, the ache throbbing beneath my fingertips. I meet Ember's glare with a mixture of shock and apprehension, the weight of her hatred hanging heavy in the air between us.

 

 

"Get your fucking ass up," she barks, her words a harsh echo in the room. With a forceful tug, she yanks me out of bed once again, but this time, I manage to maintain my balance. I regained some of my strength as I healed during my sleep.

 

 

"Follow me," Ember commands, her voice laced with authority as she strides towards the door. I hesitate for a moment, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. But ultimately, I know defiance will only invite more trouble. With a resigned sigh, I scan the floor for footwear, my eyes landing on a pair of worn slippers. Slipping them on, I trail after Ember, my steps quickening to keep pace with her brisk stride, determined not to give her any reason to unleash her wrath upon me once more.

 

 

 

We ascend the stairs to the second floor, stopping at the third door on the right. As Ember swings it open, an assault of her pungent scent overwhelms my senses, confirming that we're entering her room. But amidst the familiar odor, another scent lingers, causing my heart to clench in anguish. It's the faint trace of Nickolas, a painful reminder that he hasn't reserved himself solely for me. Though I knew this truth, it doesn't lessen the sting of being led into the room where he committed his indiscretions.

 

 

With a heavy heart, I step further into the room, my eyes drawn to the shirt I recognize all too well, discarded carelessly on the floor. Its presence serves as a haunting symbol of the betrayal that still lingers in the air, casting a shadow over the room and deepening the ache within me.

 

 

Ember's voice drifts towards me, but it's muffled by the cacophony of thoughts swirling in my mind. Was this why he called her yesterday? Did he seek her to fuck her? The vivid imagery of Nickolas and Ember having sex on the disheveled bed or atop the cluttered vanity table, with the broken mirror bearing witness to their intimacy, floods my consciousness, igniting a firestorm of anguish within me.

 

 

I struggle to push back the tears that threaten to spill, willing myself to block out the intrusive images, but they persist, relentless in their assault on my senses. Blinking furiously, I attempt to regain my composure, but the sight of a discarded condom on the floor shatters whatever fragile facade I've managed to construct. Fresh tears well in my eyes, betraying the anguish that grips my soul as I confront the harsh reality of Nickolas's betrayal.