Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Rhysand:
My eyes zoned in on Evelynne and I watched as her eyes widened subtly at Roman’s words. I rubbed a palm on my forehead, trying to think of any way out of this.
The idea of her sleeping in the same room with me gave ideas to all the nerves in my body, and I honestly would have loved it, but she wouldn’t want it—and it would be pure torture for me to have her in the same breathing space with me for a whole night.
Closing my eyes to think of a way out of this, I opened my eyes again, with absolutely no idea on what to do.
“You’ve got to be kidding with me, right?” she stared at Roman, waiting for him to perhaps say this was all a joke – unfortunately for her, it wasn’t.
Roman spared her a glance, fixing his glasses to the bridge of his nose with a straight face, “I’m serious.”
Dread washed over Evelynne’s expression and I felt a sharp twist in my chest as she turned her gaze to me, seeking for another option.
“Is there an apartment we can rent for the next couple of days then?” I asked, thinking of anyway out, only for her satisfaction, as I was unable to bare how her gaze made me feel some terrible sort of ache I couldn’t put a finger on.
Roman frowned at the question, “There’s none.”
Evelynne’s shoulders slumped at his words and her eyes trailed low, not letting me see the expression hiding in the depth of her eyes to know what she was thinking.
She suddenly looked up, eyes sparkling with an idea as she glanced up at Roman, “Why don’t you share a room with him instead and I’ll take your-” her suggestion appeared to have suddenly sounded absurd to her cause she stopped talking.
“Never mind.” She waved off her fingers, staring between Roman and I.
My brows pulled into a frown, knowing where her suggestion was heading to.
Roman seemed to have understood what she wanted to say also, “Like I said, the room I booked for myself will be uncomfortable for you,” he cleared his throat, keeping a straight face, my brows squinted at him in suspicion, but I said nothing.
Evelynne nodded in understanding, shoulders slumping again as her emerald eyes trailed to me, settling on my eyes.
I couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with her, not because I didn’t want to, but because–ever since I figured she was my mate- I began doubting my ability to control myself.
Dax who I had thought was back to being silent growled at the mere idea of her proximity, urging me to claim her.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, unsure of what to say at this point.
Whatever suggestion she deemed fit, if it was okay, then she can go for it, but I wouldn’t suggest anything.
It should just be for one night, we can find another way by tomorrow.
There’s nothing I can do, and nothing I’ll do to think of another way this night.
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But as I looked into her eyes, I felt my resolve crumble.
Her expression was a mix of desperation and fear, and it gnawed at my chest, making my inner wolf want to scream
Why couldn’t she see it?
Why couldn’t she feel it?
We were meant to be together, bound by a force stronger than any words or rational thoughts.
The goddess might have been playing a very, very dirty game–or wise- by making this connection, but then it’s a done deal already.
I’m tied to her, and she might never know.
I couldn’t claim her.
And I couldn’t reject her.
“Find a way, Roman.” The words slipped painfully out of my lips.
‘What? no!‘ Dax yelled in my head and I knew at that point that he indeed had plans, and I wasn’t certain if his wild intentions wouldn’t make me force Evelynne to a corner if I’m in a tight space alone with her.
Roman’s voice cut through my thoughts, “I’m afraid there’s no way possible. The rooms are fully booked. And it’s late to find a way. I’ll find another way tomorrow. This should just be for a night,” he explained, but my ear remained deaf to his words
I felt a pang of despair, knowing I was trapped.
Evelynne’s gaze lingered on me, seeking an alternative, seeking a way out. But I had none and couldn’t find any words to say
anymore.
I was at the mercy of my own desires. And I knew, I knew, that being alone with her would be my undoing.
But my hands are tied.
“So there’s really no way out?” Evelynne asked, brows finally pulling together in realization, “This shouldn’t be okay”
Her persistence gnawed at my thoughts, and I searched her eyes, unable to keep my next words to myself, “I don’t have any problem with it if it’s the only way out. So why do you?”
Evelynne turned to me, opening her mouth to say something but then closing it shut again, fighting for words, “We are adults,” my eyes trailed low to her fingers that were nervously and subconsciously tapping the table between us, “A man and a woman shouldn’t be in the same room,” she finally said, close to whispering.
And then added, “I could just stay in the lobby here and sleep with my head on the table to make things easier,” she suggested.
I narrowed my eyes at her, “What? No!”
Evelynne’s eyes widened at my sharp rejection to the idea of her sleeping in the lobby.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she nodded, perhaps realizing how silly her suggestion sounded.
“I don’t have a problem with it if it’s just for a night,” The lie slipped out of my lips, ignoring the fact that I do have load of problems with it—but only because I was scared of how she’ll react and suddenly pull away from all this if I do so much as
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try to step into her breathing space.
Aside the fact that she might slip out of the little grasp I have on her, there was nothing else I was scared of.
“So why do you?” tilting my head to have a clear view of her expression, I asked, “Are you having any ideas?”
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Her emerald eyes widened ever so subtly, and she gaped at me, unable to come up with words as she was expecting me to be against it just like her–the picture of her expression remained ingrained in my head.
“Of course–No!” she choked, followed by a series of heart gripping coughs.
Uncapping the bottle of water in front of me, I handed it out to her, settling back on my chair as I watched her take just a sip before regaining her composed expression.
“I don’t have any ideas,” she declared, staring straight at me with a look that indeed read that she wasn’t thinking of anything far, “I just thought it shouldn’t be okay. And I also thought it would be a problem for you with me in your space.”
Of course, it was.
She had no idea how much of a problem it was, and would–will–be for me.
“But,” she continued, “If you are okay with, and since it’s just a night, then I see no problem in it.”
I nodded, turning my gaze to Roman, “Find a solution by tomorrow.”
He nodded.
I returned my gaze to Evelynne to meet her beautifully almond shaped eyes staring rootedly at me.
My eyes unintentionally lowered down to her parted lips, noticing the red dot injury still on her pink lips.
Pink… Pink, the fuck? pink. What was wrong with me?
Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I stood up from the chair, pushing it back, before picking my suit which was placed on the chair, “Roman get everything else prepared for the meeting tomorrow.”
Turning around to walk away, my eyes settled on Evelynne, “If you have no problem with it, follow me,” I began walking towards the elevator.
For a while, she didn’t stand up, as she pondered and hesitated on the only option.
But just before I could reach the hallway that led to the elevator, I heard footsteps behind me,
And at that moment, ignoring the desires that coursed through my veins, I realized how desperately I had actually wanted her to trust me enough to follow me.
I’m damned, as well as doomed.
Fuck me, cause I’m having a good time.
And loving this.
