Blood Rose

Chapter- 3

Myra
My eyes fluttered open and a smile made its on my face as the flashes of last night started playing in my mind like a video. A video, recorded so vividly and clearly that it would make HD run for their money.
     Our legs were entangled with each other and his iron like grip squeezed my waist tightly. I looked around the room and was amazed at the beautiful mess we had made. The rose petals were scattered on the floor. The candles were almost melted. Though the faint exotic smell still lingered in the air.

The sudden urge to pee made me squirm in his hold making his grip impossibly tight.
      I stilled for a minute and just as I had expected his grip loosened a little. Taking his hand in mine I slowly started to remove it and breathed in the sigh of relief as I finally got free from his death grip.
     
Finishing my business I looked in the large rectangular mirror that hung above the sink. The girl staring back at me was completely different from the girl that had stared at me months ago. Before I had met them.
     This girl had a glint in her mauve grey eyes. Her milky white cheeks had natural rose glow which looked like a blush. Her face was glowing with happiness. Happiness which had greeted her after long time. But there was also determination. Determination of making this work. But the hate she felt for herself was still there. And I don't think that is going to change anytime soon. But this girl was better. She was progressing and she couldn't be more proud of it.

Maybe what they say is true after all. Sometimes we have to take a leap of faith.

When I entered back in the room I saw Adrian still sleeping. He was lying on his stomach and the quilt hid the lower part of his gorgeous body.
       My foot collided with his suit court when I reached the foot of the bed. Crouching I picked up the court and a photograph fell down from its pocket. I frowned as I picked it up. Turning it around I saw a beauty in that photo.
     That's the word you will describe for her. The woman in it was a timeless beauty. Her Prussian blue eyes seemed like endless depth of ocean. Her rosy lips stretched in a wide smile as the sun gleamed down at her. The strands of her auburn hair flowing in front of her face.
       
Looking at this picture, my heart clenched as I struggled to figure out who was she. And most importantly why was her picture in his pocket? I wanted to believe that she was his sister or some relative. But I knew that I was lying to myself.
       I looked from the photograph to him and back to the photograph. I took a long shaky breath as I tried to rein in my emotions because deep in my heart I knew that she was not his relative or sister. She was more. She meant way more to him than I ever will. Otherwise why would he still carry her picture.
         He wouldn't cheat on me. But was I completely sure about that? After all what did I know about him? Except that he is phenomenal in bed.

And a far better cook than you'll ever be. I rolled my eyes at my subconscious self.

Be positive Myra. Maybe she means nothing to him anymore. And the photograph was in his pocket by mistake. I scoff internally at my ridiculous thoughts.

"Myra—" My head snapped up at his voice. He was frozen in his bed, his eyes fixated on the photo. His back was resting against the headboard of the bed.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" I whispered loud enough for him to hear. He finally looked away from the photograph and up at me. His face void of any emotions as he tried to gauge my reaction.

"It's not what you think." I scoffed a laugh. Of course. That's what everyone says.

"Then will you please do me the honor of telling me that what it is?" I smiled sarcastically at him and I could see that he didn't like the tone I used with him for his jaw got clenched and I could practically hear the snapping of his teeth as he did.