Page 125 of Her Males
She’s going to wonder where I’ve gone, and I’m sure she’s going to be sad I’m no longer around to beat with her stick. Although maybe not so much, considering I was intimate with her parents.
Conversation with Kato has been tense since our encounter, and Emily’s been practically nonexistent. She usually keeps to herself, but I have a feeling Aziel’s presence only exacerbates her absence.
Kato’s probably worried Aziel will hurt her.
Aziel’s mentioned a few times that she manipulated me, but I don’t agree. What happened between us was an unfortunate mistake.
The floor is cold against my bare feet, and I scratch the back of my neck as I search for something to put on. Aziel left me naked, and I mindlessly poke at the marks he left on my chest and neck as I grab one of his shirts.
His bedroom is messy, clothing scattered about, and I hold back a smile as I lift the shirt to my nose. It smells like Aziel, and I straighten it out and slip it on. I think he’ll like seeing me in his clothing.
He seems to have a thing for my smaller size, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be turned on by how big his shirt is on me. Sometimes I spot him measuring parts of my body with his, and the action is almost always followed up by him trying to kiss me.
There’s still no sign of him anywhere, and I turn and peer into the floor-length mirror before leaving his room. My hair’s a mess, and I rush to fix it and calm my racing heart. I want to look good when I see Silas and Gray.
I’ve got my apology all planned out. Aziel says I should start by clarifying what happened between Kato, Emily, and me, but I don’t think I will. Doing that will make me look like I’m making excuses and trying to downplay what I did.
Instead, I intend to apologize and own up to my cheating. I’ll make it clear that I know I fucked up, and then I’ll beg them to give me another chance.
My palms are sweaty as I fix Aziel’s shirt and comb my fingers through my hair one last time. It’s now or never.
I straighten my shoulders and keep my chin high as I push Aziel’s bedroom door open and sneak into the hallway. I’ve not spent much time here, and I quickly peer around.
Curiosity gets the best of me as I walk to the double doors directly across from his bedroom. I’m not often left alone in his part of the house, and I want to know what Aziel’s private space looks like.
My eyes widen as I pull open the doors and am met with the most immense walk-in closet I’ve ever seen. It’s full, and I gawk at the sheer amount of clothing before shutting the doors. I had no idea Aziel owned so many things.
Shaking my head, I move to the room farther down the hallway.
There’s no door, just a large archway, and I let out a quiet gasp as I peer inside.
Aziel turned the room into a cozy sitting area. A giant couch is pushed against the far wall, and an expensive-looking television hangs from the ceiling. I didn’t take Aziel as a lounging type of person, and I hold my cheeks as I step inside and investigate.
It’s hard to imagine him sitting here in his pajamas after a long day of work.
I do a lap of the room, stalling, before working up the courage to seek out Gray and Silas. I can’t avoid this forever.
My pulse races as I walk down the long hallway leading to the circular landing at the top of the stairs.
The sound of yelling reaches my ears as I exit Aziel’s corridor, and I cock my head to the side as I try to figure out where it’s coming from. I recognize the yelling voices as Gray’s and Aziel’s, but they’re speaking in the demonic language, so I can only make out what feels like every tenth word.
They sound pissed, though, and my nerves spike as I tiptoe in their direction. I’m scared of what I will be greeted with as I make my way down the empty corridor nobody ever uses. We were going to build a new bedroom here at one point, but I left before anything was completed.
My heart’s pounding out of my chest when I reach the door the yelling’s coming from, and with a slow exhale, I push it open and step inside.
Oh.
Gray, Silas, and Aziel are standing at the foot of the most enormous bed I’ve ever seen. Gray is half-hidden behind a stoic Silas, and Aziel faces them with his typical angry expression. They fall silent as I step inside, and Aziel offers me a soft smile.
I don’t know what to make of this, and I clear my throat as Aziel faces me entirely.
“I thought you’d be asleep for a while longer,” he says, frowning.
His words go in one ear and out the other as I look around the room. It’s been furnished, but it’s a complete mess. Pillows and sheets are strewn about, and a large pile of what looks to be my clothing is sitting in a heap in the corner. What happened in here?
And why are my clothes on the floor?
I open my mouth, but then I lock eyes with Gray and Silas and freeze. My entire speech disappears from my mind as I look them over, my nerves making it impossible to remember.