Chapter 31

MADDIE

I went straight to the bathroom. I was worried that he would follow me and continue what he started. I was afraid that this time I wouldn't be able to hold myself like I did a while ago. 

His kisses make me forget everything. I refuse to believe the fact that he managed to erase every feeling I had for Wyatt for a little span of time. He made me question my feelings for Wyatt. I know what he did to me was horrible. The pain of betrayal can't be compared to anything, yet Hades manages to ease all that pain away with just one touch. 

I blew a loud sigh before I started running water down the bathtub. This day was nothing but stressful, and I'd like to have a long warm bath to relax. I put some oil and a bath bomb on it, and once I'm done, I turn the water off.

I started to take my clothes off. However, I heard sounds coming from the door just when I was about to take off my underwear. I was startled when it suddenly burst open.

My eyes widen in shock as I quickly grab the nearby towel to cover my naked body. "What the hell! Don't you know how to knock?" I snapped at him as I wrapped the towel around my body.

I stood there as I clutched the towel against my chest, my heart pounding as I watched him. Each article of clothing he removed seemed to heighten the tension in the room. My mind screamed at me to turn away, but my feet remained rooted to the spot. I know what I had to do, but somehow, I found myself waiting for his next move.

Finally, he was down to his last piece of clothing. He paused, his eyes never leaving mine as if daring me to look away. But I couldn't. My eyes remained fixated on him. My throat felt dry as I slowly lowered my eyes towards his brief. 

I held my breath when he finally removed the last piece of his clothing. I gulped when his high and mighty bulge sprang as soon as he pulled his brief down. I could feel the fire slowly running through every fiber of my being. The steam from the bath hung in the air, making everything feel hazy and surreal. My pulse raced, and I could feel the electricity between us crackling like a live wire.

"It's my bathroom. I don't knock in my own bathroom," he replied. "Maybe next time, learn how to lock the door," he said, his voice low and teasing as he slowly claimed the distance between us.

I swallowed hard as I struggled to find my voice. My feet automatically took a step back as he slowly took the distance separating us. "S-Still! You can't just barge in when someone is using it," I stammered, my grip tightening on the towel. 

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "And yet, here we are," he murmured, taking another step closer. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face; his touch was light but electrifying. "You didn’t tell me to leave."

His words hung in the air as if he were challenging me, daring me to make the next move. The tension between us was almost suffocating. His penthouse was incredibly huge, but I felt suffocated whenever he's close. 

I scoffed, trying to regain some sense of control. "Would you even listen to me if I asked you to leave?"

A chuckle escaped his lips, deep and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. "I guess not," he replied, a playful smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

My breath caught in my throat as he took another step closer. The air around us seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the moment, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Instinctively, I clutched the towel tighter, a flimsy barrier between us, as I braced myself for whatever would happen next.

But just when I thought I knew what he was going to do, he did something unexpected. Without another word, he turned away and stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh. My eyes widened in disbelief. I tried my best to hide my disappointment.

I stood beside the tub feeling foolish as he casually leaned back, the water lapping at his skin. I was too stunned to move a muscle and continued watching him as he sits on the tub comfortably.

He looked up at me with a lazy grin, clearly enjoying watching my reaction. "You're coming in, or are you just going to stand there all night?" He teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

For a moment, I stood frozen, and words were caught in my throat. A part of me was screaming to keep the distance I had fought so hard to maintain. But there was another part—a part I wasn’t ready to admit existed—that was undeniably drawn to him. The way he lounged in the tub, so relaxed and confident, only heightened the magnetic pull between us. However, no matter how much my body longed for his touch, I couldn't let myself give in so easily.

With a sharp hiss, I forced myself to break the spell. "No, thanks," I snapped, my voice laced with disdain. "I'd rather sleep on dirt than share a bath with you."

I spun on my heel, stomping out of the bathroom in a huff. My footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one a reminder of the distance I needed to put between us. But even as I stormed away, I could feel the weight of his gaze on my back, and I couldn’t shake the unsettling sensation that leaving him there hadn’t ended anything.

The tension between us lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. And though I had managed to walk away this time, a part of me knew that this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

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