Chapter 48: Chapter 48

JUNE

We stayed in the hotel room until the next morning. Mark was such a gentleman, but I wasn't feeling it at all. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Mark has been the best friend I can ever have, but here I am, thinking of a man who doesn't love me.

Kristin is such a fool!

And I'm a greater fool for falling for him.

“Are you okay?” Mark touched me on my left shoulder, startling me from my thoughts. I turned to face him with a forced smile on my face.

Though the morning after wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, I felt so guilty.

“I'm good.” I gave him a once over, noting how neatly he was dressed. There is something attractive about a man who knows how to dress. Even at that, I know that I don't feel anything for Mark.

How good it would have been if I was attracted to him. At least, he won't hurt me the same way Kristin has—countless times if I am to count.

“No, you are not,” he knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, looking lovingly into my eyes. “Do you regret last night?”

Yes!

I wanted to scream for the entire world to know that I regretted my decision, instead, I shook my head.

“No, that's not it.”

He exhaled in relief, looking as if a weight had been taken off his shoulder.

“Come on, it's time to go,” I rose from the bed and adjusted the gown he bought for me. The clothes I wore yesterday and the combat boots are in a bag, waiting for me to pick them up on my way out.

He touched my hair as a smile graced his face, “You are beautiful, June.”

Those words, murmured, seemed to bear a lot of weight as he smiled at me. I should have felt butterflies because of it, but I felt nothing — absolutely nothing.

I forced a smile, trying not to make him feel bad. I can't be the same as my uncle who rips your heart off your chest with a smile on his face.

“Thank you,” I managed to choke out, smiling as if everything was okay.

With a nod of his head and a smile, he took my hand in his and led me out of the hotel room. I wanted to take the bag that contained my belongings, but he helped me with it.

“Allow me to play the gentleman, okay?” He led me out of the hotel, and to his car.

The drive back to my home was in silence. I was lost in my thoughts, and it seemed the same for Mark, who occasionally glanced towards me as he drove.

“See you tomorrow, then?” He asked the moment he stopped in front of my house.

“Mmm,” I opened the door and got out of the car before I took my bag with me and waved at him. “Don't forget to pick me up by 7. I have an early lecture.”

“I won't.” He winked at me. “See you tomorrow,” he smiled as he watched me.

With a wave, I turned and headed into the house, which I knew would be empty. It's late, which means Kristin has gone to work. These past few weeks, he has been lazing around, trying to act like a spoiled brat.

I opened the door and slid into the house. The kitchen was my first stop. Though Mark proposed to take me to a restaurant, I vehemently refused, claiming I wasn't hungry.

… Well, I wasn't hungry then.

I strode into the kitchen and, against my better judgement, my mouth tilted up to the side when I saw a covered plate.

I dropped my bag on one of the kitchen stools and went over to the island. I opened the plate, and my nose was assaulted with the aroma of butter doughnuts and waffles.

Seems he still had the time to make these for me before leaving for work. The gesture touched me because I thought he had forgotten about me since he was now 'dating' that witch.

I wolfed the entire snack and gulped it down with a bottle of chilled Orange juice. Satisfied, I went upstairs to change out of the gown to a more comfortable wear.

Since today is Sunday, I don't have to go to school. It means I get to sleep all day. Usually, Kristin takes me to Church…

Wait a damned minute!

Today is Sunday?

Like today is a Sunday?!

I furrowed my brows as I checked the time on the wall clock. It was 9 a.m., and my uncle wasn't back.

Could it be...

No!

I have to stop thinking about him. He doesn't appreciate me. I have no reason to think about the damned traitor!

I plopped down on the bed and tried not to think of him. It was a bit difficult for me to do that, but I managed to do it. I spent the rest of the day watching TikTok videos on YouTube.

It was around mid-afternoon after I went downstairs to take some snacks, that I heard the sound of his car. I didn't bother sticking around the sitting room to wait for him.

I went straight to my room, acting as if I didn't hear the sound of his car. I've long decided on what to do.

Kristin can go to hell. I don't care about him. Not any more. I've gotten tired of pursuing a man who would rather be a man whore than be with me.

Does he wish to fuck sluts?

So be it!

He can do whatever the hell he wishes to do with his damned life! It's not like I care about it.

I went into my room and closed the door behind me, going straight to my bed. I sat on it and opened the bag of fries I got. That's the last one there, and there's nothing worthwhile to eat.

So.

I decided to manage it. That's what happened. I will have to make do with this until Kristin either makes dinner or orders pizza.

And one will wonder why I don't order pizza since I'm hungry. Well, the answer remains what it has always been.

I'm lazy!

I'm a spoiled lazy brat.