Chapter 58

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Corbyn's POV.

She follows me into the room. I walk and take a seat at the end of the bed. I glue my eyes at the beige carpet that decorates the floor. He's working with my father. I knew I felt something off this evening with him; the changes, the readjustments. There was something off, though, I couldn't tell what it was. They were all fake; the new motion, the arguments, and the new negotiation. I wouldn't know if Amelia didn't leave the room. And I was begging to get mad at her for the shirt. I wouldn't know. The thought sends a pain of angst in the pit of my stomach. I'm sick of all of this shit.

"He's my..." I whisper, though, she doesn't let me finish; she knows.

"I know," Her voice is soft; a velvety touch to ease and curse my rage to hell. I look up to find my girl standing at the door, resting her weight at the locked door. She's so fucking beautiful right now as her long hair falls, gracefully, in waves of blonde color mixed with brown. Her glassy eyes are staring at me; awaiting my loud and furious outburst. Her lashes are throwing petite edgy shadows at her rosy cheeks. My eyes drop at the velvetlike lips I was claiming a few moments ago. My shirt is too big for her, though, an animalistic feeling of pride takes me over when she has a solid proof she's mine; even at times like this.

I tear my gaze away from my baby girl as long as a thought occupies my brain; she doesn't fucking deserve any of this. I notice the ironic contradiction; the man who I chose to protect my little sister is the one who has actually betrayed me. Everyone has that tendency later and I'm so done with this. A smile tugs at the corner of my lip. Everyone but one.

Her silky footsteps catch my attention. Her hesitant steps reach me before I help her climb on top of him and sit on my lap; her thighs at each side of my legs. She clasps my head on her warm little hands as my arms surround her waist. I lean a bit up so that she's resting her forehead against mine. Although, this time, I don't close my lashes, allowing her transparent access to my eyes. I know that's all she needs to read me and decipher every one of the emotions that crashe through me; I can't express them in words.

"Why are you frowning?" I coe when her eyebrows form a petite v; it's her analyzing and thinking expression. I stroke her back to encourage her to open up to me.

"I'm not," She pouts and a strand of blonde hair falls from her ear, creating a curtain to divide us from the rest of the wildness of the chaotic world. God, couldn't she be any more adorable and gorgeous right now?

"Yea, you are. And it's not a good look on you, baby," I chuckle and my baby girl frowns again. She titles her head to the side; she continues wondering. She's scared this is the frightening tranquility before the brewing storm.

"Are you okay?" She coes and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Why?"

"You don't..."

"Punched them in the face and started screaming?" I smirk; I love ambushing her, though, this time, I have surprised myself more.

"Well..." Her delicate voice fades away. She rocks her head and blonde strands fall around as she chews her plump bottom lip. I chuckle. "Maybe that,"

My ironic grin, gradually, fades away, as wicked thoughts flash through my dizzy head.

"I'm angry," I state and I felt the shivers run down her spine at my cold-hearted tone. I hate scaring my girl. "The person I trusted to protect my sister is one of my father's pets. Can't say this is the first time." I huff. "I just got to represent this to court somehow and make it look plausible."

I shudder against her and her frown deepens. Her gleaming green eyes search mine.

"It's the tension," A few seconds of utter silence and stillness stretch between us, yet, I keep my eyes fixed on her. And for some obscure reason, she doesn't bear it and breaks the eye contact along with the muteness.

"Do you want me to do anything?" I narrow my eyes at her, though, despite her observation of it, she chooses to ignore it as she untangles herself from me and sits next to me.

"Do you?" I push.

"I wanna go home," She whispers before she gives me a sideways glance. What is going on inside that head of yours; I wonder before I nod.

I stared at the pile of papers on my hands with split eyes of uncertainty as a mass of documents was shattered upon the office. I forced myself to concentrate on the report fidgeting my fingers, yet, there was something off. There was something wrong with the new motion; there was no motive. My father always acted having a superior motive to follow, but here; there was none. This didn't seem like the way we would chase me.

I glimpsed at Robert; he was strangely bizarre and laconic. He hadn't said much all night when, typically, he inundated me with information. My eyes caught the name of my little sister and my heart clenched in reflex. I can't lose her to him; he will destroy her just like he attempted to do with me. It's been months since I last saw her, though, I still recall the unruly blonde hair and broad smile parting her rosy small lips.

Coldness swept me flooding my system. I shuddered. Miserable thoughts of losing my sister and disappointing her destroyed me. I run my hand through my messy hair, puffing out air furiously. The energy drained out of me, yet, instead of anger filling me up, I was fed up with the emotion I've grown to hate; desperation.

My fingertips started tingling as my heartbeat accelerated drastically. I clenched my teeth, sensing my chaw line tensing up. I dropped the report on the desk. I couldn't deal with any of this tonight.

"I'm done," Robert's eyes found mine when I raised from my seat. He nodded his head.

"Good night, Corbyn. I will work a little more,"

I swung and walked out of the room. Darkness had blanked the house; petite lamps on the sides of the walls glistened, and the sound of electric burning was reverberating around. I walked up the stairs, my body felt heavy as if I had run miles; I hardly made it to the room.

I shut the door and leaned against it. I hated it; my father, my mother, the court, the lawyer, my whole damn life.

My eyes searched the dim room before they landed on a small lying silhouette. Her back was turned on me, declining me access to her face. Her body was enveloped by a mess of sheets on our bed. I separated the loud thuds on the window from the rain and focused on her breathing; it was steady. She was fast asleep.

The coldness inside of me magnified and dragged me under. I rested my hand on the wall, my breathing was heavy and shallow. I moved towards her and tossed my shirt and jacket on the ground hearing a small thud at the impact. I crawled to the bed under the sheets. A wave of sweet and familiar warmness passed through me. That's what I needed at the moment; I craved for her to bring me back. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me so that I sensed every inch of her on me. I knew I had woken her up. I dragged her closer till there was not a single inch separating us. I buried my head inside her silky strands; my familiar sweet scent eased a part of me.

She moved against me for a few seconds before she attempted to whip around and face me. I didn't want her to see me like that, though. She didn't quit resisting my grip till I let her. Her fuzzy green eyes pierced into mine like I knew they would; I was terrified of what she may have seen in them. Her fingers touched me. Her pupils dilated, drastically. Her soft whimper, hardly, disturbed the static noise of rain against the window. Although, I had nothing to say. I kept peering at her, drinking in every little characteristic detail of hers; her messy hair, the tightness around her green eyes, her slack rosy lips. My eyes couldn't resist looking away from my baby girl, and before I could control my urges, I surged myself in her.

I desired to feel all of her against me; I wanted her warmth and peace to reach the depths of me. I needed, desperately, her to bring me back, and she's the only one that has that effect on me.

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