The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

I love sexy arrogant Ross. Not, 'I'm king of the world drug taking' arrogant Ross.

"So why all of this ... hang on – was this some sort of damn test? The story's already buried isn't it?" I ball my hands into fists at my sides.

Ross says nothing, just stares steadily back at me.

"Why couldn't you just talk to me properly about this instead of all the theatrics?"

His face laces with anger again. "How the hell do you think I felt seeing these photos, Laur?" He jabs a finger in the direction of them. "And then you side with him just like I knew you would!"

"Side with him? We're not in school here!" Then I pause, collecting myself, realising the yelling is getting us nowhere.

"Ross, I'm not siding with Will," I say in calmer voice. "I know it must have been a shock for you seeing them like that, but please just try to see reason here, those photos are not what you thought they were. And I get it, this issue you have with Will, I do, but you have to let it go now and trust me. He was the one wronged here, not us." I take a step closer to him. "I'm with you. I'll always be with you. I'm not a cheater, as ironic as that sounds. I only did, what I did to Will, with you, because it was you, Ross. Because of how I feel about you. How I've always felt about you. I have loved you my whole life. You must know that. Yes, I handled it all so very badly, but I promise you, I will never hurt you like I did Will."

His eyes scan my face. "I just need to know if anything happened with Will when you saw him?"

Am I talking to myself?

"No." I'm trying to stay calm, I really am, but I'm struggling at the moment.

"Just the thought of you with him." He drags his hands through his hair, looking agonised. "When were you going to tell me that you were sleeping with him again? Were you ever going to tell me?"

Apparently, I am talking to myself.

"Argghh! Never!" I snap, my head finally popping. "Because there is nothing to tell! I saw Will on the day you flew over to London after your dad had died. I'd gone into work in the morning to see Vicky before you were due to arrive. When I left the building, I bumped into Will outside. He'd seen me go in work and waited for me to leave. He just wanted to talk to me. I thought it was the least I could do after what I'd done to him. We went to Callo's for a coffee. We talked. I cried. He held my hand because I was sad that I'd hurt him. It was good of him after what I'd done. We left Callo's. He hugged me goodbye outside. And then we went our separate ways and I haven't seen or heard from him since."

Ross is staring at me, but it's like he's seeing through me. His pupils are wide and dilated, and I'm wondering if he just heard a word I said.

"So why didn't you just tell me you'd seen him that day?" His voice sounds a little calmer.

I almost exhale with relief that my words are finally sinking in and this conversation is seemingly nearly over with. The downside – next I have to broach the subject of his very apparent drug use.

"Because your dad had just died and I knew it would upset and stress you out. You don't see straight when it comes to Will, baby. I was going to tell you when things had calmed down, but then the story hit the news about your dad ... what happened that night and there's just never been a right time since."

Because you're using drugs again.

His face darkens. "So you just thought you'd keep lying to me instead?!"

Here we go again. He's up and down like a goddamn yoyo, and I am so absolutely done with his crap.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Don't you dare, Ross, don't you bloody dare," I point an angry finger at him.