Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Irreplaceable

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

I should've known.

I thought to myself as Sparky walked out of my place and the elevator doors shut at the end of the hallway, a tornado of regret swept through my mind, making me feel like I had been pierced in the heart.

I let out a sigh as I shut the door, only to be greeted by the same old empty room. Silence, no arguments, just emptiness. My previous lavish modern penthouse now feels like an empty cold space. 

This is how it is now.

I slouch over to the couch and let myself fall onto the leathery seat. 

I can't believe I'm saying this but I'd give anything to be on Sparky's godforsaken concrete slab of a couch right now.

 I let out an exasperated sigh as I shut my eyes tightly. This day has been an absolute nightmare, and I desperately need to unwind. My back is as stiff as a board, and my abdomen throbs from the merciless beating Amelia gave me. 

Bath, yup. A nice, relaxing bath with a full bottle of whiskey.

With a heavy sigh, I contemplate the effort it takes to muster up the energy and determination needed to pry myself off the cozy couch. As soon as I step into the bathroom, I waste no time shedding the irritating clothes that have been clinging to me all day. Honestly, my suit is beyond saving at this point. It's going straight into the trash. 

I twist the knob of the bathtub faucet, allowing the water to flow freely and fill the vacant void. Gradually, I immerse myself into the tub, enveloped by a sea of frothy bubbles and the comforting warmth of the water, gently soothing my weary body.

I can't believe, I let myself get caught up in this bullshit.

I sigh while my mind continues on with its inner monologue.

This is precisely the reason as to why I mentioned my disdain for affection, how it tends to be more of a nuisance than a benefit. I allowed myself to be carried away by all these emotions and look where it led me. Nowhere. My old warehouse is in shambles, my body is completely at its limit of soreness, I have an agonizing feeling in my chest which chokes me up and Sparky just slipped through my goddamn fingers like sand. 

I stare at the water and swiftly after close my eyes.

Why didn't I force her to stay, why didn't I just lock her up in my goddamn bedroom like I would usually act!? Fuck, I've gotten soft and it's all her doing.

A knock on my bathroom door snaps me out of my self pity trance and I sit up properly in the tub.  "Yes?" 

"I made sure Miss. Beaufort got home safely, boss. Just wanted to give you a heads up," Bethany's voice came through the door with a gentle tone. "Thought you would've liked to know." 

"Good." I simply reply, I have no other words for her right now. 

"Boss, despite everything I want you to know that you did the right thing by allowing her space." 

"Is it Bethany?" I counter. "Because this whole 'good person' bullshit isn't feeling pretty good right now." I snarl grabbing my shoe and hurling it against the closed door in anger while half hanging out of the tub.

"Did you just throw something against the door?" 

"Fuck off Bethany." I hiss before I grab my whiskey bottle from the ground before sinking into the bathtub once more.

"Believe me boss, this was the right thing to do. You have to understand, she's not used to a world like ours." Bethany sighs. "It's normal for us but for her, I mean fuck sake the girl nearly died!" Her words get slightly muffled through the door but I can hear her loud and clear.