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TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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I should probably be very happy today but my stupid emotions and overthinking are depriving me of that. I just want to explore and see where this takes me.

When I woke up, Don is wrapped around me. I try moving away, but his grip becomes tighter. How dumb am I to think he is asleep.

"Morning, pretty." I become red instantly.

"Morning," I reply, sitting up with his hands still wrapped around me.

I wish I know where I stand in his life. I don't know if all this was a joke to him or he just needs me to give him pups. That's if he even wants them with me.

"What's running through your little mind?" Don's voice takes me away from my thinking immediately.

"Oh... it's nothing, excuse me, "I say, as I leave the bed. I need some time alone, especially away from Don. I love him, and I can't deny that, but I don't think he feels the same way about me anymore.

I clean up slowly, not having the courage to see Don or be with him throughout the day. I don't want to be like a toy he can eat when he wants and drop whenever he feels like it.

"Nala, Nala, Nala." I hear Don's voice and sharp banging, letting me know he is close to me.

"Coming," I say, and I open the door.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Nala? You've been in there for thirty minutes," Don says.

"No... No... Nothing," I say quickly.

I shove him aside as I move to the closet. I put on my underwear and I pick one of his shirts.

We are at the dining table after I assure Don that I am fine. I don't think he buys my excuses but at least he let me be. I eat my pancakes slowly. I don't have the appetite, but I don't want Don questioning me again. I can't even do anything, at least not with the feeling of being used.

"What is up with you, Nala?" he asks. I faked a smile as I respond.

"Nothing, Don I am fine,"

"You can't fool me. I know when your smile isn't real and I don't think I've seen you give me a real smile in a long time," he says like he is actually hurt.

"I am fine," I reply, hoping he would just leave me the hell alone.

"You can tell me what is bothering you." Really? How do I say I don't even know what exactly the problem is or that I feel you are using me as a child.

"How many times do I have to tell you I am fine, Don. Don't you get it! I can't tell you and besides, why do you care?" I shouted.

"You're my mate Nala. Of course, I care about you," he says in a low tone.

"That's all you feel Don, that's all you think. I am your mate, a responsibility. You don't get that this is more than that!" I yell.

"You need to...."

"I don't want to hear anything from you, okay?" I got up from the table and run to the bathroom.

Arrggh. I am fucked up.

"Open up, Nala," Don says.

"Leave me, Don," I say, really frustrated. Why can't he just let me be, I think angrily to myself.