The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

ARIA’S POV

“Brandon?” I called out his name again, clutching my chest as I stared at him. “How… How did you find me? How did you know I was here?”

He didn’t respond to me. His eyes remained locked on mine, heavy and unblinking, refusing to break eye contact for even a second. The silence in the room was deafening.

My brain worked through a thousand thoughts. Did he always know where I was with Amelia? Maybe he had even heard about the company stocks dropping. But still, if he knew that I was here, why had he not arrived sooner? Why come now?

Before he could say a word, my housekeeper quickly ran forward from the kitchen corridor, her face pale and her hands shaking as she began to plead.

“Miss Aria, I am so sorry. I tried to tell him he couldn’t force his way in, but he just ignored me and walked right through. He wouldn’t listen to me, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. He insisted on coming in. Please forgive me.

I sighed, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. “It’s okay, Elena. He’s a friend. Please just leave us and give us some privacy.”

She nodded frantically and scurried away, leaving the two of us alone. I turned back to face Brandon, staring at him like I had just seen a ghost.

When I had packed up everything in a panic and left him behind, I knew deep down that he would find me if he truly wanted to.

He had given me a few days of space, but the raw, unadulterated hurt I was seeing on his face right now almost threw me completely off balance.

A suffocating mix of fury and intense disappointment seemed to fill the entire room as he stared at me. “Brandon.” I whispered his name again, the guilt already starting to choke me.

“What?” he interrupted, his voice dropping into a dangerous, mocking register. “Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me, Aria, or are you going to come over here and give me a hug?”

He said it with such biting sarcasm that a wave of fresh guilt clawed violently at my chest. If I had known he was inside this house, I wouldn’t have stepped foot through the front door.

I wasn’t ready to face him yet. Not after I had grabbed Amelią, packed our bags, and abandoned him as if he were some kind of plague.

I knew I had hurt him deeply, and I still needed time to process my own chaotic life but Brandon clearly didn’t care about my timing anymore.

I glanced out the window briefly, realizing I hadn’t seen a car parked directly in the driveway. How did he even get here? “What are you doing here, Brandon and how did you find me?” I asked softly, my voice trembling.

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle that made me flinch. “Really? That’s your first question for me, Aria? You truly underestimate my capabilities, don’t you?”

He stood up slowly, crossing his arms as he looked at me. “Of all the things I imagined you doing. Aria, this was the absolute last of it. You removed me from your life like I was absolutely nothing. like I didn’t even matter, and you just vanished. And then, the moment you heard about your father’s company stocks dropping, you didn’t even bother to tell me. Instead, your decided that running straight back to your baby daddy’s city was the best way to handle things? All while I was sitting back

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waiting for you to give me a

response to my proposal?”

“Brandon, please, it wasn’t like that…”

“Did you think I was just some pathetic shup because I cared about you?” he yelled, his voice cracking as his anger boiled over. “What the hell did I ever do to you, Aria? Why were you avoiding my texts? Do you detest me that badly, or did you and Julian just start fucking the moment you got back into town?”

His words felt like thousands of sharp needles pricking through my heart. I winced, tears instantly burning the backs of my eyes. I could see the profound, agonizing hurt in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to mask it behind a wall of anger.

This was my very first time ever seeing Brandon look so completely broken, and it shattered something inside of me.

“You should have just rejected me outrightly,” he spat, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “You should have just told me no instead of playing these disgusting games with my head.”

“Brandon, please, just listen to me,” I cried out, stepping toward him with my hands raised in a desperate plea. “I was so overwhelmed. Everything was crashing down at once, and I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

He didn’t let me finish. “To think I cared about you all these years and the moment things got so hard for you, you abandoned me just like the others and left with Amelia.”

He shook his head and just scoffed, a look of pure disgust crossing his features as he turned his back on me and walked right out the front door, not even bothering to hide how deeply wounded he was.

“Brandon. Wait.” I screamed, running out after him.

But he was moving much faster than me. He marched down the walkway toward a sleek, matte–black Ferrari parked meters away from my home, hidden slightly under the shade of the trees.

He threw himself into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. Panicking, I hurried back inside, grabbed my car keys from the counter, and ran out to my own vehicle.

I threw it into reverse and drove out of the driveway like a complete maniac, determined not to lose him. I trailed his sports car into the main streets, aggressively beating traffic and running through amber lights in the process.

I didn’t care about the danger. I needed to apologize to him. I had hurt the one person who had been my rock, and I knew it. Honestly, looking back at the past few days, I didn’t even know why I did what I did.

Brandon had been there for me countless times, protecting me and loving me unconditionally, and had just treated him like he didn’t exist the moment a crisis hit.

I glanced down at myself in the rearview mirror. I was still wearing a pair of tight athletic shorts and a casual graphic tee, my hair a bit messy from the morning rush. But I didn’t care about my appearance.

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