Consequences

ten

Ella

"I'm gonna sleep," I tell Grayson, yawning and making my way to my room. It's only 10pm and my eyelids are already feeling heavy, my eyes fluttering close.

"Wait," he looks up from his laptop screen, adjusting his position on the couch. "You're sleeping in the guest room, Gray," I mumble rubbing my sleepy eyes, my body feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

"You're kicking me out of the room?" He playfully pouts patting his heart as if in pain, "You hurt my feelings."

I roll my eyes and turn back around to go to my room when he stops me, again. "What, Gray?" I ask annoyed at his behaviour. He hasn't changed a bit. Sometimes it feels like he's the same playful arrogant boy from college, the one I fell for.

But he left you, remember?

Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, I ask again, trying my best not to sound irritated, "What do you want?"

Whatever inner conflict he's having shines bright in his eyes, his face a mixture of expressions, guilt, hurt, want and is it....... regret? It's as if he wants to say something but he can't.

Or maybe he just won't?

Maybe.

"There's an invitation for a party. I want you to go with me," he finally speaks up, all the previous conflict vanishes and is replaced by his usual arrogant and confident persona. I scoff at his words, "And why would I do that?"

He casually shrugs as if it's nothing, "Like I said before, I want you to," prompting me to roll my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Take one of your hoes," I glare at his calm expressions, the smirk plastered on his smug face falters for a second.

"You don't have a choice, Angel," he crosses his arms readjusting his laptop on his lap. Whatever argument I had died in my throat when he goes back to working on his laptop, ignoring me completely, "And yeah, I'll send Martin with the car and my credit card. He'll take you to shopping tomorrow."

Huffing and puffing, I turn around but his voice halts me to a stop, again, "Oh! And buy something red. It suits you." I didn't bother looking at him. I could practically imagine him smirking right now.

Sighing, I finally stomp to my room and after changing into some comfy crop tshirt and some shorts, I head to bed, my blood still fuming in anger.

It's so easy for him. It's so easy for him to mess with me, to make me fall for him again. He doesn't know what he's doing. He should stop. I should stop him. I should stop myself from falling again. I need to distance him. I need space. I need to avoid him as much as I can.

But how the fuck do I do it when he's living with me, working under the same roof, sleeping in a room that's across from mine.

Arghh.

We're getting a divorce. Don't do this, Gray. Please, don't. Let me live my life. I don't want another heartbreak. I won't be able to pull myself together again. I won't be able to live without you again. Don't make me fall in love with you.

Sighing, I stuff my head in the pillow and give in to sleep, the only sanctuary I seem to have nowadays, my only harbor.

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