The Anonymous

Chapter 43: Unravel

I took up the sheer nude color bra and held it up. I've been looking for this bra for weeks, and all this time, Ashton had it. Then it hit me the last time I wore this bra was at...

-Unknown. I said again.

Ashton raised from the bed looking at me; he still had this sheepish look on his face as he scratched his head. "You're Unknown," I said again.

"No, Aeon, I'm not Unknown." His voice was now dark and clear.

"But you have my bra. I left it at this hideout."

"Why were you at Unkown's hideout?"

"We ran into each other at Club Lights. Don't change the subject."

"I'm not him," he said again firmly.

"Then why do you have my bra."

"He mailed it to me. I'm guessing Unknown is the one you slept with. Well, he's a spy; this is what they do, Aeon."

"Sleep with people for intel."

"Maybe, not sure. But he doesn't want you; he knows you belong to me. That's why he mailed it back to me. I've been meaning on giving it back to you."

"This doesn't make any sense Ashton."

"Yes, it does Aeon he was using you. He was just doing his job. He probably had a little thing for you after all this time." He could never be with you; he's a spy."

I told myself that I no longer had feelings for Unknown, but hearing Ashton talk to me like this made me feel cheap. "You're a liar," I yelled, throwing the nude bra at Ashton's face.

"You are Unknown for once in your life; just be honest with me. Stop lying."

I swear on my dead mother," He said with folded arms. "I'm not Unknown. I promise that's why I gave you a ring. How could I be in two places at once?"

I looked down at the diamond-encased rose gold band around my ring finger. A light flickered in my mind, I left the bedroom and returned with my cell phone. I sent a quick text message to Unknown: Hi!

"What are you doing?" Ashton said, rubbing his head.

"If Unknown doesn't reply to me, you' re him."

"Aeon, I promise you."

five seconds went by, and Unknown messaged me back: I went over to your apartment, and you were not there. Is everything ok?

I looked up at an unimpressed Ashton staring down at me. "Why would I lie to you?" He said with a cold expression plastered on his face. "You never believe me."

"He texted me back," I said in a rather disappointed tone. "It's just so weird that he would send you my bra to you." Why would Dex Perry do that."

"Who?" asked to look even more confused.

"That's Unknown's real name."

"Should we go get the file, I asked changing the subject feeling stupid.

"Later," Ashton said walking out of the room. I text my mom and told her to feed foxy. She wanted to take her back but I said no. I like foxy's company and would be returning to my apartment later.

Ashton definitely changed he was still pretty serious and had this cold tone to his voice. But he was extra affectionate with me. He was more open to talking about himself and his family. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the couch watching movies when my mind shifted to Unknown. At the back of my head, I was still torn as I thought about the mystery man that I've come to know in the absence of Ashton. How would he feel knowing that I betrayed him so fast? I picked up my phone and decided to text him: why did you give Ashton my bra? That was the only thing that didn't make sense to me. If anything, it seemed like an incredibly tacky gesture. Having known Unknown for the little time, it seemed like a gesture that was highly out of character for him. I'd describe him as smooth and intelligent, not messy and tacky. Unknown moved in stealth-mode and prided himself on being very strategic. But that didn't make sense; it seemed like an error. I waited and waited for his reply. Unknown and I pasted conversations. I overanalyzed every little detail about him from his different eye color to his creepy mask, only want to be present in the dark, to his different color eyes. I looked up at a pleasantly entertained Ashton; who's full attention was on the movie. His eyes sparkled in glee as he had no idea of the war brewing in my head. Then it hit me: If at first, you do succeed, try again. The voice in my head sang. My eyes wounded around the beautiful penthouse talking in its impeccable condition. The sun was shining in eliminating on each well-crafted interior decor of grandeur.