Chapter 8

Lucian

The first day officially passes where both of us have completely zero communication with each other.

For the most part, I don’t come out of my room till it’s time to go to the gym, and until it’s time to eat, which for some reason she still makes food for me, regardless of our malice.

She’d just not join me on the table, having ate earlier or later than me.

I knew she’d be angry with me the moment I slammed the door on her, but I couldn’t help it.

Firstly, I was genuinely tired… and I’m now a sleepy head. I couldn’t dream of sacrificing my sleep for a few hours of pleasure… one that I might not even enjoy.

Secondly, there’s no way I’m ever going to allow Isabelle on my bed. It’s not safe for me or her. What happened a few days ago shouldn’t happen again, whether we both want it or not.

We shouldn’t, therefore, give room for the temptations.

Because that’s exactly what it is. She might not have seen it at that moment, but