Savior (Markos)

I could tell she was absent-minded. She didn’t react like she normally did when I flaunted women in front of her. Previously, I could tell it bothered her but on that particular day, she decided not to care.

Something must have been bothering her but I knew she wouldn’t tell me what it was. She must have hated my guts. It should not have bothered me as much as it did but I couldn’t stand the thought of her resenting me.

‘How can you think like that when you’ve gone out of your way to make sure she resents you?’ The voice in the back of my head said.

She had to hate me so I could hate her.

The next day, I decided to be alone in the penthouse. It wasn’t like I was doing anything with those women I flashed her anyway. I hadn’t been able to think of another woman since she resurfaced in my life.

She walked in with a purple bruise on her cheek, a busted lip, and a cut on the side of her head. Someone had beat her up. Did she have a boyfriend I didn’t know about?

There were grazes on her ar