The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 46: [Bonus - ]Going back for her

Chapter 46: [Bonus Chapter]Going back for her

Rhys stared down at the city from the floor to ceiling window of his apartment, holding a glass of bourbon.

Another night, another torture.

He gulped down the liquor letting it wash the bitter taste in his mouth.

He had been going to therapy this past year hoping the demons underneath his skin would subside.

For a moment it all went away.

For a moment he didn’t feel like he was crazy.

Because of her.

He threaded his fingers into his damp hair and pulled on the roots, trying to drown out the screaming.

Her beautiful smile flashed across his eyes. Her innocence.

A pair of arms draped around his waist, "Come to bed." She whispered.

Rhys flinched away when he felt her fingers trailed down his back.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" He hissed, disgust laced in his voice.

"What the hell are you asking me?" The woman snapped.

"Leave before I make you." He muttered, squeezing his eyes closed and trying to control the monster underneath that was threatening to break out.

"You seemed to want me here five minutes ago when your dick was inside me you asshole" she spit.

Rhys just ignored her, he closed his eyes, allowing the cool breeze of the night to chill his heated skin.

"Are you fucking ignoring me?" Her irritated voice sounded, breaking his peaceful moment.

Just fucking leave already before you get on my last nerve and snap it. He thought.

He turned to face her and tower over her petite frame, not even recognising her,it’s not like he could remember any of them.

Except her.

He leaned his face down to hers, keeping a cold and bitter look in his eyes "Get......out he repeated, keeping his voice calm.

"You’re an asshole!" she shouted, throwing her hands in disbelief.

Well news flash, tell him something he didn’t know.

He gripped his hand with white knuckles around the glass, clenching his jaw as he threw it with all his strength against the wall behind her, not even blinking when it exploded and the thunderous crack shattered through the room.

She screamed, her eyes widening in terror as if she was seeing him for the first time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!"

Oh if only she knew.

"That was your last warning" he said calmly, not sparing her another glance.

"You’re fucking insane!" she yelled in horror, and walked back to the room.

He could hear her putting her dress on and leaving.

Finally,quietness.

A guilty feeling suddenly washed over him.

He wondered what she would think about him.

Would she think he was an asshole?

Rhys sighed as he knit his fingers into his hair again, tugging at it roughly as he paced back and forth.

What the fuck was she doing to him?

It’s been a fucking year and half now and he still couldn’t get those emerald green eyes out of his mind no matter what he did.

It didn’t matter how many women he tried and drowned her face out with.

He still ended up imagining her face anytime he was thrusting into those women wishing it was her.

His little mouse.

He knew it was fucked up but who cared.

He could still remember clear as day the first time her beautiful eyes stared at him like he was the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

He had tried everything possible to forget about her. But forgetting about her seems harder than a substance withdrawal.

Even therapy couldn’t help him.

Maybe it was foolish of him to let her go.

But he knew from the moment he saw her that he was going to ruin her.

She deserved better.

People like her weren’t meant for people like him, he didn’t even think people like her existed, at least not in his world. She was too pure. Too innocent for her own good.

That’s why he has never looked for her all these past months.

Hoping the distance will make him forget about her but how wrong he was.

She was a drug in his system, ever since his lips touched hers he had been addicted to her.

Beatrix’s face flashed in front of him again, as if it was begging him not to go and he simply clenched his fists, rubbing them against his eyes to push it away.

He could see the pain in her eyes when they were saying goodbye.

Maybe it was time for him to go for his little mouse.

Because all these past months of trying to get her out of his system weren’t working.

He needed her.

He wanted her.

And nothing was going to stop him from claiming her.

His phone rang on his bedside snapping him out of his thoughts.

Rhys walked towards the bed and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Rhys, how are you?" His brother’s voice sounded at the end of the phone. For some reason he could hear happiness dripping from him.

"Hmm, alive. Why do you sound happy?" He asked. He couldn’t remember the last time Damien sounded this happy. Of course it was when he had won that art contest. At the age of 15.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need you to come home."

Rhys arched his brows. "Why?" He questioned, clearly he had no plans on going home now. He wanted to find his little mouse.

"Because I want you to meet my fiancé. I need you to stay with her for a couple of weeks while I sort out some Mafia business."

Rhys pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"You’re asking me to be a fucking babysitter?" He growled out.

"Rhys..." Damien sighed.

"Please. You’re the only one I trust." Damien pleaded.

Rhys’ brows furrowed in curiosity. Well he was curious about the woman who could make his big brother ask him for a favor.

"Fine. On one condition."

Damien was powerful enough to help him find his little mouse. So why not let him help him?

"What?"

Rhys’ lips curled up into a smile. "I will tell you when I come."

"Alright. Hoping to see you soon. Preferably in a week."

"Hmm." Then he hung up the call.

With the help of Damien, he would soon find his little mouse.

Soon. Very soon.

"I will find you, love."

A/N: I don’t know if I’m late but a little Rhys Chapter for Thanksgiving. Thank you all for everything. You have no idea how much you all have changed my life. Thank you . Enjoy^^