Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 314

AIDEN

Slowly, I sat up as I returned from the heavenly that filled me with the feeling of having Ana in my arms. My mind was a fog that refused to clear up as I stared at the door she had fled out of and slammed close.

I had desperately wanted our reconciliation, I wanted our love to blossom again but not this way. Not that I didn't like what just happened. I loved every bit of it. I wished she hadn't freaked out and ran out but I wanted us to slowly patch things back up. To make her understand that it had all been a grave misunderstanding. To show her that I would never have betrayed her in such a cheap manner. Perhaps, I would even play the voice recording for her.

When I felt a presence around me then felt someone touch my face and opened my eyes, I was shocked to see her. Up till she dug her fingers in my hair and kissed me back, I was convinced that I was dreaming.

When I saw her in front of my face, wide-eyed, still high from the excitement of being in the same room with her, I hadn't been able to stop myself. At that moment, it felt like, if I didn't kiss her, I might die.

I dropped my face in my hands and sighed. I didn't know where she would have ran to and as much as it worried me, I couldn't go after her. She probably wanted space from now on. She wanted nothing to do with the betraying ex boyfriend who tried to take advantage of her again.

I sighed. I would just wait to the next morning.

***

The next morning, after a quick shower, I went in search of her. When I reached her room, stopping in front of the doorway and scanning the entire space with my eyes, she wasn't there.

The room was being cleaned and fixed.

I decided to go for a jog around the premises, hoping that, by some miracle, I'd come across her.

While I exerted myself and rounded the premises from the third time, the lodge keeper's son joined me.

What was his name again? Martin? Yes, Martin.

“Hey."

I nodded at him, “Hey."

We stopped at the storage shed to catch our breaths. Martin, who must have been out for a run too, offered me a bottle of water.

“Thanks, man,” I said as I took a long swig of the refreshing water.

“You know,” the guy started hesitatingly. I turned to him, still struck by the familiarity I felt. I had concluded that he looked like his father but there was still something about him that I couldn't place my finger on.