Page 29 of Dear Glory

“LIKE HELL I WILL!” I shout.

He doesn’t even bother acknowledging me. He simply scoops me up and walks me into the house, kicking and screaming until we reach the stairs and go into a gorgeous room where I’m flabbergasted to see all the things from my hotel sitting neatly piled up.

“Axil! What is this? Why are my things here?”

“Because I need to watch over you… a sub drop can be dangerous and lead to severe depression. I can’t let that happen,” he voices calmly.

“Okay, based on what I felt, that makes sense… but why are my things here?! I could have stayed a few days an?—”

“Glorious,” he pulls me out and into the next room, and it’s quite literally a designer’s dream studio. “You said you wanted to sew, right? Here… sew to your heart’s content, and then we can talk about that…” he whispers in my ear like a little devil. As much as I want to grab the sewing machine and bash him on his head for not listening to me, I wouldn’t dare do such a thing to Singer 90S Special Edition.That would be blasphemous!

“Fine, but I want all the fabric I lay my eyes on!” I grit out

“Whatever you desire, Princess.”

“An…and you’re not allow to talk to me until I say so! I’m mad!” I blurt out suddenly, wondering why the hell I’m speaking like this.

“I’ll be sad, but if that’s what you want Glorious, I’ll do it,” he sighs and chuckles, kissing my cheek before leaving the room and not answering my question.

I knew I shouldn’t have talked to him in that lounge!

Chapter 9

Echoes of Glory

GLORY

The sewing matching trudges along as I frustratingly finish the new shirts and dresses I’d been making on a whim. I hold it up, admiring my handy work, but I immediately drop it and groan.

How do I explain the last few days since staying with Axil?I can’t…

For the last three days, my life consists of sleeping and eating… nothing else. He comes to bathe me, brush my teeth, and clothe me. We go for silent walks where I listen to my Walkman and I then read or sew and eat again, but he never speaks to me even though he forces me to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with him every day.

Not only that, but he also makes me sleep next to him every night, claiming that showing me all the love and care in the world will help with this sub drop thing. He doesn’t touch me, and he only climbs in bed, holds me. and goes to sleep, but just in case he did tries something, I put a pillow in between us and forbade him from crossing it.Though I always wind up in his arms.Honestly, all of this is weird and I don’t get it, but I must admit I do feel a lot more clear-headed and back to myself.

Still, I think I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get some real human interaction.

Well, I think it’s my fault… Ididtell him I needed time to think and threatened to throw a lamp upside his head if he spoke to me, but I didn’t think he’d actually listen!

How does that make any sense?The man had been hounding me day and night with his letters and touching me every chance he got prior to the party incident, only for him to get me into his home and ignore me just because I said I’d threw a lamp at his head?Really?

“UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! I’M FREAKING SICK OF THIS!” I scream at the top of my lungs, setting the shirt down and getting up from my chair, pissed. I cannot and will not take another day of this!

I open the door to my studio only for my to mouth drop open in shock and annoyance when I see a bouquet of flowers and a letter!This again?!We just ate, so why is he communicating with me through a letter? Even though I’m upset, I still rip it open and my eyes devour the contents.

Dear Glory,

I miss you.

Yours truly,

Sir.

I don’t think I’ve ever known a more frustratingly annoying man in my life.

“What the hell am I going to do with this man?” I groan to myself, reading the rather simple letter again.If he misses me so much, why doesn’t he just say so?!

Sighing, I take the flowers and set them in the window of my studio, overlooking the marvelous garden and stop through the house, bypassing Lawrence and Fabian, who stand guard at my door as if I’m going to run away.

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