Sold to the Cold Lycan King (Gemini and Asher) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Gemini’s POV

“Holy crap!” I winced at the intense throbbing of my head.

With both hands on my head, I threw my legs out of bed. Staggering as darkness momentarily clouded me.

“What the fuck have I done to myself?”

After much struggling, I poured myself a glass of water, sorting for aspirin in the drawer, but I failed to notice that it was just there, on the side table.

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By the box of meds was a note which I picked up curiously. “Take these for the throbbing, and if you don’t feel too well, I will have the maids bring you breakfast.”

My brows arched involuntarily, what the fuck has gotten into King Asher? Maybe, just maybe he actually had a heart, a very little heart somewhere in that dark box he carries around in his chest.

I made my way to the washroom to freshen up, my head feeling slightly better. As the soles of my feet moved over the threshold, memories of last night began to sip in. It pained me that I didn’t remember much, most especially the expression on his face, I didn’t know if I was about to get into trouble.

But the note, I smiled nervously to myself. He wouldn’t have cared to write a note if he was angry. Or could he? I can’t really tell cause King Asher can be one hell of an unpredictable person.

The bathtub was still filled with water, a red dress floating in it. Red dress! My eyes widened as reality slowly but finally hit me.

I was wearing a red dress last night, and I don’t remember changing into my pyjamas. Oh fuck, not again!

My crazy mind began to wander around possibilities, possibilities that he might have touched or fucked with me last night.

But I don’t feel fucked!

Oh my, I don’t even know what it feels like to be fucked…

I continued to the bathtub with the intentions of draining the water and getting my messy washroom in order, but just as I got close enough, I stepped on something that spiked my feet really hard.

“Ouch!”

I looked down to notice a gold watch on the floor of my washroom. The gold watch felt heavier than it should have as I turned it over in my hands.

I didn? think of seeing King Asher any time soon, not after what happened last night, after how I embarrassed myself, after all the things I said. But now, this watch could be a reason for him to come back here.

I can’t let that happen… He can’t come to me, I should definitely go to him before things escalate, I should return the watch before he gets the wrong idea of me. Maybe if I acted casual, he wouldn’t bring up whatever nonsense I’d done last night. And of course, I needed to apologise early enough before he decided to hold it against me.

I quickly freshened up and got dressed, my heart beating faster by the second. I picked up the note once again, glancing carefully at it as I reconsidered the tone for a moment. Could he have written it in anger, or irritation or did he truly care? The last was certainly not an option because King Asher wasn’t exactly the kind to care about anyone’s well–being, let alone mine. If he wasn’t angry, he must’ve been irritated. And when King Asher was irritated, it was like sitting on a time bomb.

The longer I stared at the note, the more my imagination ran wild. I’d been drunk, and vulnerable, and God knows what I might have done or said. Did 1 fart with him? Throw myself at him? Humiliate myself beyond repair?

When I reached his office. I hesitated at the door. He’s probably busy with something important, I should drop this in his room instead, alongside an apology none since he preferred notes to texts.

This was going to be my first time in King Asher’s room and I felt extremely nervous about being in there. As much as I wanted to give the watch to a maid to have it delivered for me, I was way too curious to know what his personal space looked like,

Without thinking to knock, I pushed his room door open, my hands trembling slightly as I was greeted with his cologne.

“Oh fuck” Elsie moaned as I stepped in

I had imagined darkness. Shadows curling around the corners, heavy black curtains shutting out the light, and maybe even some intimidating relics to remind anyone who entered whose space this was. Instead, it was painfully simple.

The walls were a soft grey, illuminated by natural light streaming through barely tinted windows. The obsessively cleaned, no unnecessary decoration. His bed, however, was enormous, the dark sheets neatly tucked in as though no one ever dared disturb them.

Lingering in the room for a little longer, I couldn’t resist taking a seat on his perfectly arranged bed.