HIS STUNNING 18+ (discontinued)

TWELVE

12. chances in hell

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EDEN ABRELL

ONE WEEK LATER

I walked into my kitchen and brewed myself some tea. After pouring myself a cup and putting some milk and sugar in it, I sat at the dinner table and placed my cup down.

My phone pinged and I looked at it. A message from Huxley.

I picked up the phone and read the message.

Hux: Hey Eden. I haven't seen or spoken to you in a few days and I just want to know if you are okay. I love you. I miss you.

I sighed and set the phone down next to my cup.

Yeah, I've sort of been ignoring Huxley. After he told me he was going to divorce her, I laid back and stayed in his arms. I waited for him to go to sleep before I left. I left a message to both him and Gracie saying similar things. That my mum needed me and I had to go home.

Complete bullshit. My mum wasn't even here. She and my dad were away on a business trip.

Okay, so, I've definitely been ignoring Huxley.

I sent him a message now and then to let him know I'm alive but every second other than that I spent processing. I never brought up him saying he was going to file for a divorce because I was shocked. To be honest, I thought I would just be a pastime for him and he would go back to his wife as if nothing happened.

But he was leaving her. Partly for me.

Was I even worth it?

I didn't think I was.

I knew we needed to talk about it. I knew we needed to have a proper conversation. I knew I was just delaying the inevitable.

I groaned, being in love with a married man is complicated.

I scoffed. Understatement.

I looked at my phone and bit my lip nervously.

I don't want to do it. But I have to.

I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Huxley.

Me: Come over. We need to talk.

I blew out a breath, placing the phone down.

I'm going to need energy for this.

I picked up my tea and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down my throat and I sighed in satisfaction.

For the next ten minutes, I watched a couple of YouTube videos, drinking my tea until it was finished.

They were a good ten minutes.

I heard a knock on the door and I got up to open it. On the other side was Huxley. He looked so handsome in his fitted white shirt, blue jeans and black vans. He looked nervous with his hands shoved in his jean pockets as he fidgeted with his feet. I smiled tightly and opened the door wider for him to come in. He walked in and stood next to me, keeping his eyes on me. I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Huxley quickly sat down after me, resting an arm on the neck of the couch as he turned to face me.

He cleared his throat. "So what did you want to talk about?" He questioned nervously.

I shifted, facing him, sitting with my legs crossed on the couch. "Um, what you said the other day," I trailed off and his eyes lit up in recognition and he nodded his head slowly. "Did you mean what you said, about getting a divorce, or was it just something you thought and said in the moment?"

He takes my hands, resting one leg on the couch. "I meant it, Eden," His words kissed sincerity.

"Am I worth ruining your marriage or your relationship with Gracie?" I looked him in the eye, trying to find a single trace of doubt, of lies, of deceit.

I found none.

"Madeline has kept me trapped for eighteen years. There was nothing there. I stayed because of Gracie. I was afraid I'd lose her or she'd be taken away from me." He kissed a knuckle on both my hands. "But Gracie's twenty years old now. She's an adult. I don't have to worry about Madeline taking her away from me anymore. Gracie doesn't know the truth. The only people who do are my parents. All Gracie knows is that we don't love each other. So, she'll be okay with it. She just wants us to be happy. And I'm happy with you. I love you, Eden."

"And I love you. But I just- Why? She's your daughter, Huxley." I stammered. "I can't compete with that."

"I'm not asking you to compete, Eden. You make me a selfish man. More than I usually am. I will choose you, and you, and you. While I do love my daughter, she is an adult now. She's capable of making her own decisions on matters such as this. I'd face my chances in hell if it meant I would be the reason you are happy." He smiled and cupped my cheek. "I want to be able to be the one to hold the woman I love after we make love. I want to be the one that gives you gifts and treasures you to the ends of the earth. I want to be the one that gets to take you out on dates. I want to be the one who holds your hand when we are out around town. I want to everyone know you're mine. Because you are. You are mine and there is not a single chance I am not letting you go because I love you too much."

I smiled at him with tears in my eyes. "I love you so much. The words that describe how much hasn't been invented yet. I can simply put it as: I love you with everything I have, Huxley King."

He pulled me into his arms and laid down with me on top of him. He kissed my forehead and played with my hair before whispering in my ear, "I love you with everything I have, Eden Abrell. And nothing will ever, ever change that."

I smiled, my eyes drooping as I snuggled my head into his chest.

Huxley noticed my tiredness. "Sleep, stunning. I'll be here, holding you when you wake up."

Huxley's fingers playing with my hair lulled me into the best sleep I've had in a long time.

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This chapter was just a lil' something cute for y'all. Hope you enjoyed it.