* The drive home was quiet. The silent treatment hurt, but the way he shied away from me when I tried to touch him broke my heart. I deserved it, I knew it, but it didn't make it any easier. * Vincent, I know you're tired of hearing it, but I truly am sorry for what I did. I'll do anything to prove to you that you are my world. Please forgive me. * He had pulled up in front of the house and shut his BMW off and stared out the front windshield for a second before opening his door and getting out. For a millisecond I thought he was going to say something but he didn't. He walked up the steps to the door and unlocked it, not giving me a second thought. I sighed and fought back the tears. I was tired of crying and wasn't going to do it anymore. When I walked into the house Vincent was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of his favorite Cognac. I closed the door and shed my jacket hanging it up in the closet, I noticed his laid across the back of a chair so I picked it up and hung it up also. I stood and watched him as he made his way back into the living room and sat in his favorite chair. He was silent but he was also calm and that scared me. It also told me that my punishment wasn't over. My hands were shaky so I clasped them together when I sat on the couch across from him. He took a drink and studied me. His gaze made me want to squirm, but the stubborn wolf I was tried not to let his behavior affect me. I sat quietly and waited for him to speak. *

* The drive home was quiet. The silent treatment hurt, but the way he shied away from me when I tried to touch him broke my heart. I deserved it, I knew it, but it didn't make it any easier. * Vincent, I know you're tired of hearing it, but I truly am sorry for what I did. I'll do anything to prove to you that you are my world. Please forgive me. * He had pulled up in front of the house and shut his BMW off and stared out the front windshield for a second before opening his door and getting out. For a millisecond I thought he was going to say something but he didn't. He walked up the steps to the door and unlocked it, not giving me a second thought. I sighed and fought back the tears. I was tired of crying and wasn't going to do it anymore. When I walked into the house Vincent was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of his favorite Cognac. I closed the door and shed my jacket hanging it up in the closet, I noticed his laid across the back of a chair so I picked it up and hung it up also. I stood and watched him as he made his way back into the living room and sat in his favorite chair. He was silent but he was also calm and that scared me. It also told me that my punishment wasn't over. My hands were shaky so I clasped them together when I sat on the couch across from him. He took a drink and studied me. His gaze made me want to squirm, but the stubborn wolf I was tried not to let his behavior affect me. I sat quietly and waited for him to speak. *
I was done with what I now referred to as the whiny wolf my mate had become. Sure she my be sorry and may have apologized a thousand times but enough was enough. It was time for her to prove that she was actually sorry for the crime. And yes to me it was a crime. To me she had taken my love and care and slapped me in the face. I didn’t want to hear how sorry she was anymore. I wanted her to prove how much she loved me, because frankly I was beginning to think my abilities were lacking when it came to my mate. Maybe I let myself go where she was concerned? But whatever it was, I was going to fix it. As I walked into the house I looked around trying to figure out what I was going to do. I loved Chloe and maybe loving her had weakened my ability to read if she were telling the truth or not. Heading into the kitchen, I opened a new bottle of Cognac and poured myself some before walking back into the living room. I took a seat in my favorite chair then took a drink as Chloe watched me. I used my ability and had to look at her closely because I sensed fear coming from her. I didn’t like the fact that she was afraid of me but I didn’t want her to know so I smirked, letting her see it and took another drink. Clearing my throat I said. We need to get a few things straight before we move on from this. I don’t trust you and it’s going to take a lot before that changes. Chloe eyes widened a bit and I could see her wolf surface as if in challenge. My wolf rose up and I could feel him as he asserted his dominance. I could feel Chloe’s wolf as she backed down. Chloe eyes fell to her lap then she looked up to meet my gaze. “What do I have to do to make it right? I’ll do anything to make it right.” Thinking for a moment, I said. Until I say otherwise, I want Reese to run the bar. You have 90 days of community service and believe me, you won’t have time to even think about that place. With everything I’ve done to help you, you still put that damned place before me. Well no more! It’s time you put me before that building. The way I put you before my businesses. So tell me now before I go on, because if you can’t do that you need to go.
ReplyDelete* I opened my mouth to speak and then shut it. I was sure I looked like a fish out of water. I trusted Vincent with my bar, so if he trusted Reese then I should be able to, too. It was a small thing to give up to prove I love him and want to be with him. I nodded my agreement. * Fine, Reese can run the bar. But he can't make any major changes without asking first. * Vincent cocked a brow at me and I thought he was going to argue but he seemed to think about it and agreed. * "I'll agree to that." * I breathed a sigh of relief. * Okay, what else? "The maid is going to be taking a paid vacation and you will be taking over her duties. When were finished with this little discussion. She'll go over everything with you." * Meg and I always did our own housework. That wasn't such a big deal. Though I thought about how big this place was and cringed a little. I nodded. * Okay. * He sat forward in his chair, reading me I was sure. I waited patiently for what he had to say next. *
ReplyDeleteI watched Chloe trying to see if she really meant what was was saying. I wanted to believe her and in some place deep in my heart I did believe her. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes. When I felt calm and I was sure the love I felt for her was under control I opened my eyes and looked at her. Damn, she was beautiful sitting there, her lips pouting, so kissable. FUCK! What the hell? I cleared my throat. I’m going to talk to Beck about getting you females some kind of counseling. “I don’t need counseling, Vincent. I know what I did was wrong. I understand why it was wrong and no counselor.” I held up my hand to stop the tirade Chloe was about to start. If you would have let me finish what I was about to say. She nodded and I continued. I think you were right. We are going to need some help getting back to the trust we once had. I’ve talked with Ian about this too and he also thinks that he and Meghan need to talk with someone. I finished my Cognac and got up to get another. I wanted to give Chloe a chance to think about what I’d said. She had suggested the counselor and it was now time to see if she meant what she said.
ReplyDelete* The thought of telling someone about how foolish I acted was not on my list of things I wanted to do, but I relented and gave in. * Okay, I'll do whatever it takes Vincent. * I turned and watched as he poured another drink. He turned and faced me. * "No spending time with the other females, except when you are doing your community service. That is the only time, unless we okay it first. I want to know where you are going and what you will be doing when you are doing your community service and you will have a guard with you. From here on out, I'll be doing my cooking and getting my own drinks. I don't trust you enough to do it." * I bit my bottom lip trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. It hurt to hear him say those words. He growled. * "I don't like this anymore than you do Chloe. But you caused this." * I nodded. I hated the the distance between us, the pain I caused. I craved his touch, his warmth. I looked down at the floor, ashamed. * I know. * I heard his footsteps fade as he left the room. I buried my face into my hands and let the tears fall. *
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