God of Temptation

Chapter 35

~Remington~

I sit in my car, parked in front of the abandoned building straight out of a horror movie.

My eyes remain fixed on Lyla's message inviting me to this place, claiming she's the next target of the town's new serial killer.

I know I shouldn't be here alone, but I couldn't reach any of the guys. I tried calling them throughout the drive, but all I got was voicemail.

Forget about the guys, I couldn't even reach out to Ariella. All day.

Today was supposed to be an important day for Ariella and me. Yet, here I am, saving my ex. I mean, it's not really my business, and honestly, I wouldn't even mind if she went missing. But all this time, I've been scared for Ariella. What if one day she becomes the target of this twisted individual?

Anyways, I promise I'm going to get out of here and continue what I left halfway at the apartment today.

I want to leave, but something in my bones tells me not to set foot inside. For once, I feel that if I go in, I won't ever be okay again. Maybe it's because I fear I won't make it out alive.

The only reason I am here is because if something happens to her, which will undoubtedly. Atleast I won't have any regrets of not doing anything for being helpful. Regret of being useless ever since the incident with Creigh.

I dial my friends once again, but once again, they go straight to voicemail. I've called the police, and they might be on their way.

I'll go inside with them. There's no way I'm risking my life for Lyla.

Nerves get the better of me, but a comforting smile tugs at my lips when my eyes land on my hand, still marked from burning the extravagant dinner I made for Ariella.

"Ariella, you are one stubborn woman. All my life, I've wanted to avoid you, but like a leech-" I halt, staring at the reflection in the mirror, wanting to punch the charming guy staring back at me.

"You need to ask her out, need to ask her to be your girlfriend. Why the fuck then you sound like you want to get beaten up by her instead?"

"Try again." I take a deep breath and square my shoulders as I get on one knee.

"Ariella, I know what I'm about to say might earn me a swift kick from your dad, but I like you more than I fear that old man."

I pause. Blink. Think. Rewind. Blink.

A long and frustrating groan escapes me.

First of all, it's not a marriage proposal that requires getting on one knee, and why do I have to mention Uncle Cole and ruin the entire atmosphere?

I get up, feeling my knees almost give out.

Man, I am losing it. My hands are clammy, and my thoughts are jittery. I wish Ariella could ask me out herself, but I think it's unfair when all this time she's been the one pursuing me. I need to man up and be fair.

Ever since yesterday, when Ariella came to my game and I lost, only one thing has been on my mind: making it official with Jailbait. Since I want this to be permanent, might as well take it to the next step.