Compromise In Love [Book Two]

Chapter 2

Justine's POV

The feeling of waking up with him beside me on the bed is pure happiness. I have been missing his presence for a long time. Now that I have finally found my way back in his life, even if just for a short while, my heart swells with satisfaction.

At least I have successfully slept on his bed again even if it was just during his drunken state.

As I sat on the bed while watching his peaceful and sleeping face, a smile unavoidably crept on my face. I looked all over his face and my eyes linger at his closed eyes wishing to see his golden eyes again.

Looking at his face made me recall our reunion last night and it was nothing but a torture. Yes, we have made love but I could not feel his love for me while we did it. All I felt was his hatred and I was like a random person that he just found on the street to use in releasing his steam.

I could not blame anyone but myself, though. I have hurt him more than anyone could imagine and I am just reaping what I had sow.

If I ever want to be in his life again, I will need to stand strong and welcome his cold treatment. I need to accept any hurtful words that will come out of his mouth for I deserve them.

"So that person took me home." He suddenly murmured and that brought me away from my thoughts and looked at him again.

I smiled at his assumptions and decided to lighten the mood.

"Yes. And you tired that person out for the whole night." I joked with a grin.

He gasped and turned to my side to maybe check who I was. Then he quickly got out of the bed with linen covering his private area like he was being repulsed from being on the same bed with me.

"Don't tell me you have forgotten how intense we have made love last night?" I asked in a raised brow, trying my best to ignore the pain that is slowly creeping in my heart.

He gasped after pausing for a while and then he looked at me again, his eyes lingering on my bare body, making me remember his roughness last night.

"Eyes on my face, babe." I said with a blushing face.

Even if he was not gentle at all, I still found myself being shy from the memories we shared last night.

He silently turned around, showing me his back. Then he snatched all the articles that he owns on the floor and left the room without ever acknowledging me.

Seeing how he chose to ignore me and left without a word, made my heart clenched in pain and my lips trembled from controlled sobs.

And when the tears that I have been suppressing finally escaped my eyes, a sob came out of my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands to muffle the sounds from my cries to avoid being heard from the outside.

I cried until I calmed down and until my tears had dried down.

With my clothes back, I went out of the room and down to the kitchen. I found him in front of the stove and he looked to be busy cooking. I quietly walked towards the table and sat on the chair. I remained sitting there without saying anything and continued on observing his back.

I missed this kind of moment. There are a lot of times that I sat on this chair while waiting for him to finish the meal that he was cooking for me.

I could kill to have these moments back in my life again. I thought and felt my eyes moistened with tears.

I blinked furiously to restrain my tears and that was the time that he had seen me. He turned around coincidentally and when he saw me sitting there with eyes full of tears, he acted like he did not see me, like I was invisible to him. Unlike what he usually does whenever he sees me crying, he no longer sees my tears.