Compromise In Love [Book Two]

Chapter 3

Joshua's POV

"The passcode is your birthday. You should have figured that out already if you really understand me." I murmured before I climbed the stairs and left.

It was hard to conceal my true feelings from him but I thankfully survived. From the day that he came back, I really wanted to accept him back in my life and kiss his mistakes away but my pride did not allow me to do so. When I saw his face, the desire to hurt him the same way that he had done to me had consumed me.

So, I hurt him and kicked him out of my house.

Even if he courageously declared his love for me in front of my sister, I still chose to be stubborn and denied his entrance to my house and to my life that easily.

He needs to try harder if he really loves me, I stubbornly decided.

With that thought in mind, I continuously rejected him. I even thought of hurting him by giving him hope by kissing him only to take it away from him that instant.

However, the moment that my lips touched his lips, I almost gave in and let my longing for him overpower my ego. More so when he kissed me back. It took every cell in my body to resist my desire and pulled away to kick him out.

The hurt in his eyes had been imprinted in my soul and I hated myself for causing that. I hated myself for rejecting him, making me want to beat myself to death.

The fear of losing him suddenly kicked in when he did not show up at my door one night.

Did he already give up? I asked myself in worry.

"I should have accepted him back from the start!" I chastised myself loudly.

With the feeling of being afraid of losing him again, I grabbed my car keys and ran out of the house with one goal in mind.

I need to get him back as soon as I can. If I needed to kneel and beg, I would.

However, I did not find him in his condo that night. Instead, I received information from Margaret that he would visit the bar tonight along with Ash. My blood boiled when I thought about Ash and his s*x escapades.

Then I recalled how much he had wanted to score a night with Justine.

Even if he was just teasing me, I still noticed the sincerity in his voice when he said that.

He would never make a move with Justine, especially now that he knows about my feelings for him. I said to myself in an attempt to convince myself.

And when I saw with my own eyes how Ash betrayed my trust, I could not stop myself from rushing to them and hitting him hard on the face.

My mind became blank and all I could think about was killing him.

Thank goodness, Justine chose to stop me by hugging my waist. Hearing his voice brings me back to sanity and makes me regret ever hurting my brother. But when his words finally register, jealousy kicks instead.

Is he defending my brother now?

I forcefully dragged him to my house from the bar so I could show him how much I hated him for ever allowing my brother to touch him. But when he shows his tears to me, all my hatred, pain and accusations have been dissolving one by one along with my plan of hurting him more. It was like his tears are my own version of kryptonite. One look at them, my knees will weaken and all I would like to do is to wipe them away.

I decided then and there to close my case of being left behind and accepted him back.

However, just like what the popular sayings state, a door closes and another door will open. I found an opportunity when I agreed to let him move in. I laid down a condition for him to either accept or run away from.