SAGE novel Chapter 35

Sage Miller

I had just returned From the warehouse. Today I had one delivery to make. Lucky for me I was upgraded from selling the merchandise to delivering the merchandise.

Connor was racing today and Sebastian had went home.

I pushed myself back on the sofa and kicked my shoes off then put my feet up on the coffee table.

A random show was on. I wasn't never a TV guy. I knew a few movies then some episodes I couldn't remember because I use to sit with Eve and watch with her. That's all.

So right now I only turned on the Tv because I wanted a background noise. I don't like silence, the quietness drives me crazy.

My Tuesday went long than I would've liked. I was exhausted and lazy but I was hungry too.

Connor said he'll pick up dinner so I had to wait up for him.

I was beginning to doze off when I heard a loud knock on the door. At first I had thought of ignoring it but I then thought otherwise.

It might be Connor. He has a neck for forgetting his keys.

With a growl-groan, I stood up grumbling about how annoying his habit is.

I grabbed the doorknob still scolding him.

"Next time I won't-" The rest of the sentence got stuck in my throat.

It wasn't Connor though I wished it was.

So many emotions ran through my body in seconds.

I felt my throat dry up. My jaw hitting the floor. Hell my eyes popped out of their socket.

Relived, confusion, happiness, anger. I felt them all in one go.

She was here, standing in my doorway. In all her glory. Looking so radiant.

Her blood her carefully styled. Her make up so perfect. The ocean blue eyes so sparkly.

My knees wobbled for a second. I held on to the door frame only to put my hand over hers.

I retracted my hand like hers burns. I held my hand close to my chest.

She smiled and for a second I was drunk. Her scent drugged me. She was my personal drug, invented only for me to get high. To get addicted on.

"Next time you won't what Sage?" Her voice was almost music to my ears.

My own vixen. My personal hell.

After all the sarge of emotion that went through me, I settled on one emotion that made more sense. Anger.

After I've decided on that feeling, I found my voice again.

Why should I be happy to see her when she chose another man over me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I was surprised how calm my tone was.

She gave me a big smile. It almost blinded me.

"Can't I just pop by to see a lover?" She truly was a vixen.

Only then did I realise she was drunk. Her eyes were red and her posture wasn't so steady.

"Pop by? You blocked me. Why would you pop by." I asked her.

"That is in the past. Let go of the past Sage. Live in the moment. YOLO babe." She slurred.

"YOLO." I arched a brow at her.

"You know. You only live-" I stopped her.

"I know what YOLO means Alora." I grunted. "Don't you have a boyfriend to get back to?"

My sneer didn't discourage her. No it didn't.

"He's in New York. You have me all to yourself." She said but something about her wasn't quite right.

I couldn't wrap my head around it but something wasn't right.

"Until when Alora? As soon as he comes back you'll be back with him. What about me? You give me a little then take it from me." I almost yelled at her.

Her brows creased and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What do you want me to do? I love him Sage. I love him." She cried out and somehow hearing those words pissed me.

They felt like a dagger to the heart. Another one on my back. I couldn't reach it.

The words made me crazy. They spinner my head. Itched my whole body. My ears were ringing.

"Then go to him Alora. Go." I yelled at her. I didn't need her drama. "If you're so in love with him. What are you doing here?"

Her mouth opened then closed. She did that a couple of times and each time, no words came out.

"You only know who I am when you had one to many. When you're drunk or when your life is too much of a mess. As soon as you're sober it's like I don't exist to you."

The words felt oddly familiar. I was told those similar words only 36 hours ago.

Now I know what she felt. What Kate felt when I only noticed her when I was drinking.

She felt exactly what I was feeling right now.

She felt used. Neglected.

"You used me. Each time." I told her.

"You also used me Sage. Don't pretend you want a relationship with me. You don't. You only know me when you want to fuck me so don't pretend to be the victim." She yelled back.

"I never pretended to be a victim. I knew our conditions from the start." I told her raising my voice.

I'm sure my neighbors would be out listening now.

"Yes that there will be no attachments. No jealousy. We could see other people. So what is your problem now?"

My problem. What exactly was my problem. I knew our situation. I knew the conditions.

"With me you are never someone to fuck. You are more than that. You could tell me anything and I always listened. You could be yourself with me. No judgement. I never force you to be anyone you're not." I told her. My voice was much calmer.

"What are you insinuating. That Axel controls me?" She gaped.

"If the shoe fits." I muttered.

"You're such an asshole. I don't know why I keep coming back to you when I know how much of an asshole you are." Her words snapped something in me.

I smirked and I saw her backing away. I stepped forward.

"Because you love me." I whispered. "You said it yourself. Only two people tell the truth. The drunk and babies."

"Lair. I never told you that. I knew you lied. I don't know what you would lie about something so serious." Her eyes were now crazy.

It brought me little satisfaction but only for some seconds. I couldn't stop taunting her. Even if I wanted to. I wasn't in control anymore.

My irrational part, the defensive part of me. The one that wants to protect me was now in control. It had both hands on the wheels.

"Look inside yiur heart sweetheart. You know it's true." I knew how seductive and malicious my voice was.

"I only love Axel. I only love Axel." Her words drove me closer and closer to the edge.