Page 35 of Roommate Wanted
That wasn’t me.
This wasn't me.
Out of nowhere, I felt him. I rubbed my chest at his disapproval. The cold, invasive feeling didn’t leave me.
My eyes drifted to the destruction around me. My bed covers lay beneath the window, reminding me of how I sought comfort that night. Shards of glass lay shattered across the floor. My shelves were overturned, and my mountain of pillows lay scattered, half on the bed, with the rest strewn across the room.
The chaotic mess before me resembled my mind. I closed my eyes briefly. I needed my phone. If I still had a job, I might still have a future. Something outside of this. Away from him.
???
After a few hours of cleaning, I knew I’d have to leave the bedroom, if only to get food, cleaning supplies, and find my phone. I stood before the door, forcing myself to take slow, even breaths. He wasn’t human. I didn’t know what he could do, or what I’d find on the other side.
I cracked the door open and peeked out.
The hallway was empty.
Then I looked down.
A tray sat neatly on the floor. Inside was a sandwich sealed in cellophane, an apple, a banana, and bottled water—like something a nurse might leave for a patient. I blinked against the sudden burn in my eyes.
He hand-fed me food and his come for four fucking days. And now what? A ham sandwich and a bottle of water to say sorry?
I wasn’t eating a goddamn thing that bastard gave me.
With my fists clenched, I stormed down the hallway, gathered everything I needed from the kitchen, and dumped it unceremoniously in my room. Then I stalked back to the living room.
He was sprawled out on the couch, like he hadn’t shattered my life with his voodoo shit. One arm tucked behind his head, the other resting casually on his stomach. Watching me.
“Where is my phone?” I hissed, every word sharp with barely contained fury.
He didn’t even blink.“In ma pocket,” he said lazily.“Come ahn get it.”
“You’ve had your fun, okay? You’ve ruined me, my life, so at least have the fucking decency to leave me alone!” I exploded, letting all my festering resentment finally spill over.
The air went still.
His smirk vanished.
“Am no yer enemy,” he said, low and steady.
Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door. I ran to the door and yanked it open. My chance at freedom—
“Oh, yer awake?” The ginger one said.
“Naw, ya fanny. She is sleepwalking.” The dark-haired one muttered.
More Scottish beasts.
Before I could retreat, I backed straight into a wall of heat and muscle.
Lyall’s hands landed on my shoulders like they belonged there.“Easy now, darlin’. They’re part of ma pack.”
I couldn’t breathe. My skin crawled, throat tight as their gazes crawled over me, calculating and amused.
He didn’t just cage me in my home.
He brought reinforcements.
