Benlyam and I woke up around dinner time. I went back to my room to shower and change before eating with him. I was sore between my legs, he wasn’t small at all.
Before I got in, I went to my diary, and I opened it. I was going to log my feelings because I felt good. But, someone tampered with it. On the first available page was another envelope.
I bit my lip as I picked it up, putting the diary away. Inside was a photo of Benlyam and me on the sofa downstairs. Another intimate scene.
‘Dear matey,
It’s sad to see that Benny boy doesn’t discipline that smart mouth, tsk tsk, when will you learn babykins? It’s fine, I’ll do it for him. Can you believe he rewarded that terrible behavior? How tragic, but I do miss seeing that perfect face when I play with my fuck toy… Can’t wait to have you back in my grasp, you’ll love what I have planned. C. U. I. 1.
-Alpha’
I nervously gnawed my lip.
‘Sad to see’? He was watching? Through the window? That couldn’t be the case… maybe for this instance, but- no! Benlyam would’ve seen him, his guards would’ve seen! And the first time, there was no way he could watch through the window, I was a story up!
I was still confused at his last lines.
‘C. U. S’
‘C. U. I. 2’
‘C. U. I. 1’
I didn’t know what that meant, it brought a pounding headache. See you? That would make sense and it seems obvious, but what about the other figures?
Through teary eyes, I stuffed it back and put it with the others, then headed into the bathroom to shower. I couldn’t close my eyes. I was fearful that I would open them and Chris would be in here.
Once I was done washing my hair, I sat down, I wanted the water to wash away my guilt. I should tell Benlyam about the notes, but I couldn’t. I started to cry while I sat there. I hated that I always cried. I hated who I was. I hated who made me like this.
How would I have been if I never endured Chris? If my parents never disappeared and left me? If I had siblings that could’ve been with me?
I took a deep breath and stood up, washing my face as quickly as possible because I hated having my eyes closed. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, opening the bathroom door to go get a change of clothes. My eyes landed on a figure, my mouth let out a scream as I clutched my towel, my hand flying to my mouth.
Benlyam furrowed his brows at me as he closed the door. My eyes were wide in fear, but I shut my lips together to stop sound from leaving. He raised an eyebrow at me, eyes skimming over my body and darkening when they saw I was just in a towel.
“I- um, s-sorry, I wasn’t expecting a-anyone to be in here,” I quickly explained, my heart beating rapidly.
He nodded, oddly observing me, “Uh-huh.” He was already dressed. “Sorry Flower, didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over and kissed my forehead, hugging me into him. I tried to pull back and he looked at me, questioning what I was doing.
“I’m wet,” I mumbled. I’d hate to ruin his clothes.
Benlyam only chuckled. “I can’t hug my mate?” he asked.
I bit my lip to stop the smile from forming, I don’t know why I liked that so much.
“I just don’t want you to get wet,” I explained as I pulled his arms from my waist. He wrapped around me again but I gave him a look. “Bee, I have to get dressed.”
“I mean, you don’t have to,” he teased as his fingers traced my shoulders, “I could have them bring up dinner,” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.
I smiled at him. “N-no, we can eat downstairs.” He looked at me and playfully rolled his eyes. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and released me from his grip.
“Fine by me, Flower.”
I nodded and walked over to the closet, grabbing some pajamas to go with Benlyam. I went to walk into the bathroom but Benlyam stopped me.
“I’ll wait in the bathroom, you can get dressed out here, honey. I’ll freshen up for you,” he winked and went into the bathroom, closing the door.
I quickly got dressed, I didn’t want him in here longer than needed, even if it was his house. I would hate it if he stayed and found those letters, especially after we completed the bond. He put his trust in me and I couldn’t even tell him about notes from a man he was looking for, for me.
I bit my lip as I dried my hair in the towel until Benlyams voice shouted for me.
“Violet! Get in here!” My heart pumped as I drew my brows together and neared the door, opening it. “What is this?” he accused.
My heart dropped as I stared at the razor in his hand. I bit my lip as my hands clutched the towel. I swallowed.
“Violet,” Benlyam warned. My eyes widened and flickered between the razor and his eyes.
“I- um, a-a razor?” I whispered. Benlyam blinked at me a few times, completely vexed. I pressed my lips together and chanted to myself to calm down. He didn’t appreciate my answer.
“Really? I had no fucking idea,” I flinched and dropped my eyes, “why do you have it, Violet? How the fuck did you get it in the first place?” he demanded.
I bit my lip again. I wasn’t going to sell out Hannah.
“To use it,” I spoke softly.
“What?” he asked, fed up.
“You a-asked why I had it,” I mumbled, staring at the towel. I heard him sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t get smart with me,” he steamed.