Hostage

Thinking Out Loud

Wills POV

I ran my hand through my dampened hair as I walked out of the bathroom, a towel hanging loosely around my waist. Roxi sat up on her side of the bed,her gaze buried on whatever she was doing on her sketch pad and as usual she didn't spare me as much as second glance.

I had no idea how we got here.

Things used to be so good between us.

I sighed and then moved towards my wardrobe. I got out a plain white polo and then flung it over my body. After the incident with Alessandra at the office, I had returned home to meet a very casual Roxi. Sure enough as she said,my parents had come over for dinner. All through, she had worn a bright smile on her face and pretended like nothing happened.

And that was the problem I had with her.

It was either she honestly didn't care or she had a really bad way of showing it. I dropped the towel and then replaced it with a pair of loose pyjama shorts.

With other women, I got to feel like Will Olsen...... Will Olsen who owned the world,Will Olsen who owned BLS. But with Roxi,things were different. I had learned to walk on eggshells around her. And right now,I needed to feel something.

To feel good about myself at the very least.

I moved toward my side of the bed and then lay down. I watched her swap crayons from orange to black. Her eyebrows were creased together and her eyes were narrowed in concentration.

It was the face she always had on when she was trying to figure something out.

I smiled to myself and then shook my head. It was funny how I knew almost everything.

Everything down to the tinniest details.

I ran my hands through my hair and then drew in a deep breath.

Why was it so hard to get her attention?

She halted.

Her hands slowly stopped moving over her sketchpad and she slowly looked up.

My whole life,I'd never had to raise a finger to get anything. She was the first thing i wanted for myself........ All for myself. Why was it so hard to get her to look at me? Why was I trying so hard? Why was it so difficult to get the one thing I wanted for myself? So many years had passed already. What was I doing wrong?