Page 82 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
He would always leave so early, before I woke up. And he wouldn’t return until late at night, after I’d fallen asleep. This change in his behavior had me worried, even though I knew he was only leaving for work.
Maybe if I didn’t know that he was capable of being present in my time of need, it might’ve hurt less. However, I didn’t only believe that to be a fact; I’d witnessed it. And because my emotions were already heightened, I’d begun thinking of so many reasons why he would abandon me like that.
The most logical reason I could think of was that his recent behavior was because I was no longer as beautiful as I used to be. Honestly, that hurt me so much. Deep down, I know there was a huge chance that I might be wrong.
But that hurt was the only thing that I could hold on to. Being mad at him for something I had no proof of seemed like the best way to feel close to him.
That was strange even for me.
Despite all the kind-hearted staff around me, I still felt as though something was missing. His attention. There was an emptiness inside me that nobody could fill—a space onlyhecould occupy. And every hour that I spent without him only fueled my anger.
So, one night, I decided not to fall asleep no matter what, that I was going to wait for him. I took a couple of energy drinks to keep me awake simply because I didn’t want to fall asleep before he returned.
At almost one o’clock in the morning, the door opened gently, and he walked into the dark room, his shoes silent against the floor.
Seated on a sofa, I flicked on the table lamp on the stool beside me, the warm glow illuminating my figure.
Nial paused in his tracks, a hint of shock in his eyes. “Keira?” he called softly.
“Surprised to see me awake?”
He shed his jacket. “Yes, actually. You’re supposed to be asleep.”
“And you’re supposed to be around when I need you,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the stillness.
For a moment, he seemed short of words, oblivious as to why I was mad at him. “Kiera…” he began, pinching the bridge of his nose, a gesture that indicated exhaustion.
“Does my question bother you?” I kept a straight face, my gaze unwavering.
“What? No.”
“Then why’d you make that face?”
“What face?” He spread out his arms, confused.
“Don’t yell at me.”
“I’m not. I’m just trying to understand what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, so I’m speaking gibberish now?” I struggled to my feet, straining as my scowl deepened.
“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed softly, looking as confused as a lost deer.
“Don’t drag him into this—this is between me and you.” I managed to stand, hands on my back.
He drew closer, wearing the expression of a tired man who desperately needed an explanation. “What’s going on, little lawyer?” His tone softened, his eyes flickering with concern.
“I should be askingyouthat.”
He let out a quiet exhale, reaching out to hold my hand. “Please, explain to me what you’re talking about because I’m in the dark here.”
“Well, in that case, allow me to shed some light on your darkness.” I broke free from his hold, frowning at him. “Youhaven’t been here for me in months. You’ve prioritized your work over me, and in doing so, you’ve proven that you don’t care about me anymore.”
He listened in silence, watching me vent out all my frustrations.
“What did I do? Why are you avoiding me? Is it because I look like an ogre? Do you no longer find me attractive? Is that it?” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “It’s notmyfault—it’s the pregnancy; it changes people. And if you can’t deal with it, then maybe you’re not cut out for this.”
His arms wrapped around me in a heartbeat while I was still talking. And just like that, all that anger and frustration began slowly dissipating into thin air.
