35:

EDEN

I loved Alicia to death but I hated when she was right.

Why did she have to be right?

Roman was waiting for me, alright.

But she was right only to an extent.

He wasn't waiting at my front door. No, he was seated with his legs crossed and a cup of tea by his side on my couch.

He smiled when he saw me. I just stood at the door not being able to say anything because my brain couldn't even process any information at the moment.

He really didn't waste any time in finding me, huh?

He looked older, tired with a streak of grey hair lining the centre of hair hairline. His shoulders were broader than before, I didn't know he could get any bigger than he already was.

And as usual, he was handsome.

The memories started flooding back to me, the things that happened that night that's tarted all of this and the way he treated me when I was at his pack. The hate I felt for him in my doubled because he we supposed to be my savior, he was suppose to be my final break but he made me consider going