Why Do I Still Love Him? (A Bad Boy Romance Collection) by Vivien Vale

Author:Vivien Vale [Vale, Vivien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Vixens
Published: 2018-06-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 41

Rose

Two weeks.

Fourteen days, or thereabouts.

I’ll be honest: this entire time—an entire half a month—I never let go of the notion that I would be on this route again someday.

The route back to Daniel’s penthouse.

Someday. Someday soon.

I’ll continue my honesty, although this gets a little embarrassing: my definition of soon, in this case, has been sooner than two weeks.

I know. I’m asking a lot, right?

I look at today’s date on my phone, and I look at it in the context of the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall.

There’s no hiding from the LED light bulbs turned up to full brightness. It’s printed in stark black and white on the free calendar from the Thai delivery place.

Fourteen days exactly. Almost two dozen empty, eventless days. No word from Daniel, and no feelings of motivation strong enough to contact him myself.

Until now. Because it’s been two fucking weeks.

Fourteen days. Couldn’t he just call me?

It can’t be worse than the fears running through my head during that weepy taxi ride from his place.

Or it could be. The fact I’m yet to hear from Daniel is evidence it could be that bad―or worse.

I place my hand gently over my stomach while walking. I’m feeling butterflies again.

I wish I could say they’re butterflies of excitement, but these are more like butterflies of apprehension.

The fluttery feeling grows briefly, then fades when I stop at a crosswalk. I keep my hand where it is, as if my abdomen were its natural resting place. It gives me a feeling of security as Daniel’s home draws closer.

I don’t know why it gives me that feeling, but I’ll take what I can get.

It feels nice.

During these past two weeks of waiting to take the trip back up to Daniel’s penthouse, not once did I think I would enjoy the journey.

I’m still learning that it’s impossible to predict these things. It’s warm, it’s sunny, and there’s a light breeze and a jovial mood in the air...

This might be okay. I don’t know how, I couldn’t imagine the scenario, but I can’t predict anything.

It could’ve been a misunderstanding.

Yeah, a big misunderstanding, and he decided to just not call for two fucking weeks.

My right hand, resting so comfortably on my stomach, rejects the idea of burrowing through my purse to get my phone so I can check it yet again.

My right hand will hear none of that nonsense.

Even if my phone’s full of missed calls and messages, two weeks is enough of a chance.

And I can see Daniel’s building. I’m close enough to see that big picture window at the top floor.

The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering again. I get the feeling I shouldn’t be here.

I rub my fluttery stomach and regain control. There’s no stopping now.

I hold my head up high and tread into the lobby with purpose.

“Good evening.” A booming voice fills the lobby, greeting me with lots of natural reverb.

“Hello, I’m just going...”

“Up to the penthouse?” I don’t know if the large, suited man in front of me is the doorman or the concierge or what.

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