Held Captive

Divulgence

Vixen's POV

I stared at the necklace as the diamonds glistened under the overhead light. It was a four carat diamond necklace with a silver emerald in the middle. I would've chosen a color but I wasn't sure what her favorite color was. Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I knew her, I didn't. I knew the what was on the surface. I didn't know what was lying beneath it and I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted to. 

I got her this necklace a month ago. It was supposed to be an apology necklace but business got in the way of my plans so it'd just been sitting in my desk drawer. I'd pulled it out this morning and had planned on giving it to her at dinner. Wherever she wanted to go. I knew I could still do that but she'd never go anywhere willingly with me now. I'd already ruined her special day. I close the box and tuck it back into the pocket of my sweatpants as I hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. 

Zane leans against the counter while Jackson sits down in one of the chairs at the island, looking at me expectantly. Fuck, don't tell me Zane got to him too. Zane had been pestering me to talk to Laylah since we got back to my apartment over four hours ago. He wanted me to apologize. One of the many things I wasn't good at. All I did was fuck shit up. I was better off giving her space. 

I sigh and glare at him. "What?" 

He tilts his head towards the stairs and I knew exactly who he was referring to. Zane stops what he's doing and turns his gaze on me too. I was starting to get irritated by their constant nagging. 

"Stop fucking looking at me. I'm not doing that shit." I run a hand through my already disheveled hair and let my back hit the counter. 

Jackson scrubs a hand down his face and sighs. "She didn't deserve what you did to her. At least not in front of everyone. We've put her through enough already. She at least deserves to have a good time on her birthday." 

He stands and grabs his keys, "We're leaving and I swear to God if I don't hear good news tomorrow, I will kick your ass for her." 

Zane nods in agreement as he smiles and waves as he closes the door. I curse under my breath as I think about his words. I knew he was right. She didn't deserve to suffer on her birthday and I was an asshole for letting the monster inside me win. I stuffed my hands in my sweatpants, my fingers brushing against the black velvet covered box. My mind moves before I tell it to as I head upstairs, reminding myself to stay calm and be patient. I didn't wanna fuck this up. 

I opened the door and found her silently reading on my bed. She notices me, startles, and scrambles up the bed as if she was trying to get as far away from me as possible. Her back is against the headboard as I close the door and make my way over to her. 

"Can I sit?" I ask. I felt dumb asking to sit on my own bed but I kept my composure as I stupidly waited for her to answer. 

"No." She relaxes a bit and I can see the same fiery attitude shining in her blue depths as before. I don't let her answer faze me as I sit down anyway. "I said-"

"I know I fucked up." The words felt weird coming from my mouth and I ignored the bitter taste in my mouth. 

She stares at me as if she's trying to read me and for once I let her. I wanted her to know that I meant what I said. It was my asshole way of saying sorry. I just hoped she wouldn't make me have to say the words. Thinking about it repulsed me. I hated apologizing more than anything. If I did something trust and believe I did it for a reason. I never had a reason to be sorry until her. 

She bites her lip and I have to avert my gaze to suppress the urge to suck it into my mouth. "I know that you're used to getting what you want but I can't let this go Vixen, I can't...I can't just sweep it under the rug like it's nothing."