#28

Eve's POV:

I sat in the room, feeling trapped like a caged animal. I paced back and forth, frustration gnawing at me. Every attempt I made to escape was thwarted by my vigilant guards, dragging me back to the confinements of the room.

Ryan's phone remained stubbornly silent, my numerous angry messages hanging in the air, unanswered. My rage surged within me, pushing me to the brink.

I was so furious that at times I wondered if I should trash my room to teach him a lesson. Then I gave up, I remembered how he looked at me when he explained that he was genuinely worried about me.

I believed him, from our years together I learned that his eyes never lie. What bothered me was when he said the words "mine". Sometimes even I believed him and was horrified.

A twisted masochistic side of me just wanted to give in to it. I wanted to hear it for the rest of my life. I wanted him to say it over and over, I wanted to be able to put the past behind me.

I shake my head, it's unthinkable, horr