Chapter Eighteen

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18. Like It Never Happened

Our lips move in sync with each other as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and closer if possible. One of his hands are now on my neck while the other remains on my waist and electric shocks flow through my body.


The kiss doesn't last long as he suddenly pulls way. His hands immediately fall off my body as if I just burned him. I feel a surge of disappointment as I look into his wide, wild eyes, regret clear in them.


"I shouldn't have done that. We shouldn't have done that." He says, his voice calm and collected as if it never happened. I stare at him, confused. We stay like that for a few minutes then, I turn away, put my helmet on and get on my bike. I'm out of the parking lot before he can call after me. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't.


Tears are threatening to spill from my eyes and I drive until I can't handle them anymore. I stop at a small park a few minutes away from the mansion.


It's dark now and there isn't anyone here other than me. I walk toward a slide and sit behind it, falling onto the sand with a small thump. Before I know it, the tears fall from my eyes, one by one, until there is a stream of them. Until I can't see anymore. Until it's so intense that I lose consciousness and pass out completely.

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I wake up to my phone buzzing furiously in my pocket. I yawn and rub my eyes, taking my phone out. It's still dark outside. I check the time and it reads 2:45 in the morning. Oh, no. Almost instantaneously, I get up, picking up the call in the process.


"Where the hell are you, Alexandra?" A very tired and very angry voice whisper yells. Alexander. I sigh, walking toward my bike and getting on it.


"Nowhere. I'm on my way back." I yawn, leaning against the front of the bike.


"On your wa- At almost 3 in the fucking morning?" He yells.


"Okay, I'm sorry, mom. I'll be back soon." He's about to say something when I end the call and turn on the ignition.


The drive home is quiet, probably because there is literally no one on the streets. I have thoughts running through my mind, one of them being related to a specific someone who kissed me then regretted it right after. Was it my fault? Would this be the right time to say that that was my first kiss? I probably shouldn't tell him that. Don't need to give him the satisfaction of the worlds greatest assassin having her first kiss with him. Ugh, he probably already knows. 


Once I'm back home, Alexander is at the door with his arms crossed over his chest and an angry expression on his face. Great.


"Theodore is in his office. Upstairs, third door down to your right." His expression softens slightly at the mention of Theo. I slowly nod my head and walk upstairs. I suddenly stop at the whisper yelling coming from his office.

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