Pillow Talk

Chapter 20

A knock on the door pulled Nixon out of his daze. He lifted himself up from the floor, his legs numb from having been in one position for so long.

He waited to regain the feeling in his legs as he checked the time on his wristwatch.

10:43 pm

Who could possibly be coming to see him at this time?

He would lose his shit if it was Ava. He couldn't stand the sight of her after what she'd told him.

Nixon swiped a hand across his face as he approached the door. He probably looked like hell. He definitely felt it.

Nixon's eyes widened. The last person he had ever expected to see on his doorstep stood before him.

"Freya?", he asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go."

She had been crying, he could tell. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were red. Her voice sounded gruff. Still, she was the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

"Can I -", she whispered.

"Uh yeah, sure.", he said quickly, stepping a side to allow her in.

"How did you know where I lived?", he asked curiously as he closed the door.

Freya bit her lip, "I remember Sara telling me sometime ago. I'm sorry, I know you told me to stay away from you but I just-", she trailed off as tears gathered in her eyes.

Nixon slipped his hands into his pockets. He wanted to comfort her so badly but after everything he did, how he'd hurt her, did he really have the right?

After all, he'd acted like a complete jerk.

"Tesoro.", he called out, his voice huskier than usual.

Freya's eyes closed as she savoured the moment. It had been literally a week and some days since they'd last seen each other but to her, it felt like years. She'd missed him calling her that.

She waited for him to continue but he walked through a doorway, disappearing and Freya felt like he'd wanted to say something but held back.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, her eyes scanning the place for the first time. It seemed well suited to Nixon. grey walls and white trimmings.

The furniture was black with touches of colour here and then. She randomly wondered if he had decorated it himself. He had great taste.

Maybe it hadn't been the brightest idea to come to him but Freya couldn't think of anyone else that would listen. Besides with Sara still in the hospital, her options were limited. All she knew was that she had to get of that house before she suffocated.

"Here, have some water."

Freya startled before registering that Nixon was holding his hand out to her with a glass of water.

Taking the glass with shaky hands, Freya muttered a soft "thank you."

Nixon's mind wandered to the last time this had happened, when he'd attended the dinner hosted by the Lorden's and Freya had given him water. It felt like ages ago.

"Sit down.", he broke the silence again.

Freya nodded, placing the now empty glass on the coffee table, she sat down as Nixon sat across from her.

"I've been lying to you since the moment I first met you."

Nixon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, of all the things, he never expected her to say something like that.