Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 62

… What have I done?

Where was my mind?

By all means, I had no intentions of taking things too far with her but apparently I had broken the boundaries I made for myself.

What the hell was I thinking?

I was so practical, always thinking before taking an action then how could I take an emotional step?

“Argh…” Groaning, I opened my eyes.

The memories from last night began to evoke in my mind slowly, my heart skipped a beat followed by a strange but strong sensation.

“Good morning.”

Ignoring her sweet greeting, I rubbed my temples in frustration and sat up slowly, realizing that I was only in my trousers and she was wearing my shirt.

No doubt she looked delicately desirable but I had lost myself in urges once, I won’t make the same mistake again.

“Hmm.”

Looking in the other direction, I didn’t know how to react or what to say anymore.

What should I tell her?

That I became selfish by lust?

“You okay?”

Asking softly, she placed her hand over my bare shoulder. My heart thumped, lowering my gaze, her one touch made me feel eerie.

Not liking it, I removed her hand, wiping the gentleness on her face.

“Dariel?”

Before she could continue, I got out of the bed, not meeting her eyes.

“I am late for work, Saafia.”

“Oh, okay…”

She didn’t think deeply, understanding that I was a punctual man and got out as well, flashing another smile.

“I have freshened up already, I am going to wait for you downstairs.” She spoke softly.

I arched an eyebrow, “In my shirt?”

“Why not?”

Sighing, I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom to freshen up, taking a cold shower to empty my mind and release unwanted sensations.

But they were growing wildly inside me like a fire.

‘What the hell was I thinking?! What have I done?!’

Internally screaming I pushed my wet hair behind, breathless, growling in frustration on how to tackle this predicament.

Not being able to confront her about my selfish actions, I hurried changed into my office attire and left hastily without greeting her.

‘Dammit. What should I tell her? Should I create an excuse? What excuse am I going to make in the first place?’

I thought worriedly, becoming anxious by each passing second.

With worrisome thoughts, I returned home, praying to not to bump into Saafia but the second I returned, I found her dressed beautifully.

Her hair flowing in a well suited dress accompanied by her heart warming grin. The sensations I was suppressing were enhanced.

My heart began to pound when my eyes fell on her angelic form.

“Hey, welcome home.”

She grinned rushing to my side while I was not sure how to tackle this situation.

I prayed I listened wrong but there was no place of any doubt in those glimmering gaze, that smile had my reply.

Blushing faintly, she looked in the other direction sheepishly, increasing my horror.

“I don’t know when did that happen or how but I-”

And then strongly caged her eyes with mine, closing our distance as she held my lapel, confessing those emotions I was neglecting so far.

“I have fallen in love with you.”

“Don’t.”

Putting my hand hastily in the air, I moved back. My mind blanked the second I heard what I least wanted to.

It pinched what I found impossible to picture all this time- she spoke it so smoothly. Was it this easy for her to fall?

“I don’t need nor want your love. In fact, I made it clear that you are the last person I would prefer as a partner.”

Losing my breaths, I ran my hand through my hair, taking off my coat roughly, facing my back to her.

Knowing I was incapable of colliding those eyes looking at me in expectations I might fail.

“You can’t be serious, Dariel! If you thought that way then by which right you came near me in the first place, huh?” She growled.

Trying to pull me back but I didn’t bulge, loosening my tie and opening the first two buttons in distress.

“If it was nothing on your side then why did you kiss me? Why do you hate my tears? Who am I to you?”

Her voice broke at my lack of attention.

Pressing my teeth, I shut my eyes, praying to neglect those painful statements she was making.

‘Our kiss was not a lie, I swear on that.’

How could I tell her that?