Page 183 of Tall, Royal Hater
“I came to pick you up.”
“Well, I’m not going with you, so you wasted your time.”
I turned away, but he jerked an arm out, catching me around the waist. “I just want to drop you home, nothing more.”
“Move your arm, Shehryar,” I hissed, noticing the stares of a few curious onlookers. “You’re creating a scene in front of my workplace.”
His gaze darted around, and a muscle in his jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth together. After a second, he lowered his arm. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t show up here again,” I warned.
He raked a rough hand through his hair, then shifted closer. “Can I at least walk you to the station?”
“No.” And with that, I whipped away and strutted off.
Except…at the entrance of the train station, when the back of my neck prickled with awareness, I glanced over my shoulderand found Shehryar standing by the red light crossing I’d come across.
He stayed there until I passed the ticket barrier, and we were no longer in each other’s eyeline.
Dickhead:
Did you get home safely?
Dickhead:
Mariyah please
Dickhead:
I just want to know you got home safely
*Dickhead missed call (3)*
Dickhead:
I’m outside
Dickhead:
Just show me you’re okay please
I curiously peeked out from the side of the curtain through the window that overlooked the road and quickly released the fabric as my heart went tumbling like a bowling pin again.
Forty minutes after his last message, Shehryar Dickhead Timur was still standing against his car on the pavement outside my apartment building.
I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as I flicked at my nails.
It’s cold. He’s standinginthe cold. He probably hasn’t eaten either.
Irritation had me straightening and glaring at the curtains.
Not my problem. Who told him to be an idiot and stand outside like that?
I swirled away. Halted. My insides churned in discomfort and anger, worry and vexation. I wanted to break something. Instead, I growled aloud and grabbed my door keys off the small dining table in my open-planned living area. I yanked my coat on over my fluffy pyjamas by the door and shoved my bare feet into a pair of cosy, woollen boots.
“Fucking idiot,” I murmured under my breath as I left my apartment. “I’m gonna kill him.”
The cold winter breeze made me shudder when I stepped outside. Shehryar eased off his car as I stomped towards him, pulling his hands out of his coat pockets and meeting me halfway. His gaze trailed down my unappealing state of dress with a soft glow of warmth and affection.
