"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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Linda
I twisted the key in the ignition once I reached the destination, looking at the abandoned building. Nothing had changed at all, looking the same as it's been for as long as I've known; Each time I came here in the past - it always ended up with me crying alone in the parking lot.
So badly wishing I could stay here and live the life I've always wanted, but then again maybe it was something that kept me from it. Being rightful that our relationship couldn't work out, because we were both so different. And he thought it was best to end it for the sake of having the life I deserved, not the one I wanted beside him. Those times were hard, especially having the courage to stay away. But during times like this, I needed to see him.
Getting out the car brought back everything, from the moments we argued so much that cops were called. And I had to pretend like I was on the phone, running away from home. To coming here on my wedding to make sure we were doing the right thing, but him telling me to go back to the church. And with the both of us conceiving Ryder here, after finding out that he got hurt. All of it played in my head like a spiral, our history being one of the things that kept it alive. Even when it should've ended a long time ago.
The ride to his office was short, as I thought about so many things and nothing all at once; I could feel tears rising in my eyes as the elevator finally stopped on the floor. Pushing my pride away, heading past his receptionist desk as she eyed me. Each time I came here, it was a new woman. She didn't say anything or even tried to stop me, either she already knew about me or something else. He seen me through the camera's and told her to let me past, because the others would allow me to wait.
I shoved open the door to his office, as he stood there calmly. Sipping on bourbon in a clear glass, the way he moved with ease before sitting down the now empty cup.
The doors closed behind me with a short click as I walked inside further, building the courage to find the right words. I was angry. So, fucking anger with him and didn't know how to state them properly.
"You know what people say about trust? That it's remarkably equivalent to a mirror but once there is an trace of shatter, you'll always see it." I said angrily, unable to control my emotions as we regarded each other.
His state was cool as he walked over, sitting on the edge of his desk while looking me up and down.
"Rough night?" He asked, completely ignoring my statement and nodding towards the wine stain on my shirt. "You should try something with more stability - that boogie wine you drink won't get the job done. Dive into my world for a second." Gesturing towards his place for alcohol, scratching at the grayish beard on his face.
Just like the past running through my head, So was his issue to disregard anything. It was like we were teens again, when I had found out he started drinking and skipping classes. Being disappointed in him was something I hated, as of now it was so much more than that.
