Free Web NovelChapter 76: Calix or Zyair
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He slowly rubbed the side of her head which had hit the glass hoping she wasn’t in pain.
Skyla’s left hand shifted and elegantly rested on Zyair’s knee and he finally was able to see her wedding ring close by. The letter S was embossed in it with a small diamond.
Great care had been taken in designing this ring to show the world she was cared for and yet that ugly scar that rested below her ring finger told him otherwise.
Using his teeth Zyair removed his glove and threw it on the seat and finally, he took her delicate hand in his. The contact so electrifying so meaningful, so very profound for him.
His thumb softly grazed the burnt spot but there was a blinding rage inside of him. Like a dormant volcano, so calm outwardly but there was an unfathomable amount of scorching lava ready to destroy the man responsible.
His enraged eyes wouldn’t budge from the spot as he drew slow circles on it as if trying to remove it from her smooth skin.
The scar might never heal but he had to ensure that she didn’t get any new ones now.
The warmth of his touch had her clutching his hand even in her drowsy state as her head kept resting on his shoulder. There was this newfound peace on her face.
"One day, these inhibitions will no longer be there and you will be free to be in my arms without being drunk." He shifted the red fiery locks of her hair from her face so he could drink in her sleeping appearance.
The car finally halted to a stop outside the hotel and unwillingly Zyair had to wake them up. Lawrence unhappily grumbled but the chauffeur helped him out while Zyair did the same for Skyla, she was still half asleep so he guided her inside and grabbed her purse.
The chauffeur handed over Lawrence to the bellboy and bowing to Zyair he left for the night. They reached their rooms and Lawrence was helped on his bed by the bellboy, he was out cold from the shots he had taken. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Zyair thanked the bellboy and guided Skyla to her room. Placing her purse aside he let her sit on the bed. Her drowsy eyes partially opened as Zyair kneeled before her without any reluctance to take off her shoes and neatly placed them beside her bed.
He then tucked her in bed and covered her with a duvet, making sure she was comfortable. She could hardly open her eyes but she thought she saw Calix. Her drunken mind always took her to him. Just as Zyair was about to leave, Skyla clutched his hand and begged.
"Don’t go, Calix. You won’t come back, I know."
Zyair’s steps froze and all of that mustered-up resolve to walk away evaporated like mist.
"I am here," he whispered and slowly slid down on the carpeted floor with his back against the side table along with the bed.
"Are you free from that wretched life?" she asked, still holding onto his hand as if her life depended on it. Her eyes were all glassy.
"I am," he answered, her question tormented him. He would never be completely free from these shackles of society but he was freer than she was.
"I am not, I am suffocating, every day. There is no one to hold me like you did. I am lonely, too lonely," she confessed what she would have never done in her normal state. Her mouth pouted as she tightly gripped his hand.
Eight years was a long time, he never imagined that he would have left such an imprint on her. That he would seep into her bones and she would remember him even after such an extended period.
He closed his eyes and slowly banged his head on the side table. Zyair dared not look at her or he wasn’t sure he could resist her anymore. His body was already betraying him.
"I see you in my dreams sometimes..." she drew in a short breath and then let out a sigh filled with her wants and desires.
"I miss your warmth too, your touch was very delicate. But I am married now and no matter how much I desire...," Skyla didn’t complete her sentence but she let go of his hand.
Her heart snapped inside her as she was reminded of her bitter reality. Closing her eyes, she let her cries be stifled inside her chest as she covered her face with her duvet, not wanting for him to see her miserable state.
Curling up in the fetal position she wrapped her arms around herself, finding any traces of solace that might linger.
"I will come for you, very soon I will come for you," she heard a string of very determined words and wasn’t sure if it was in her head or it was the reality.
Her small sobs rocked her bruised body and broken soul and she felt someone smoothing her hair.
"Shhh, it will pass. You are the bravest girl I have ever met. Hang in there for a little longer." His lithe and caring fingers combed her hair as his breathy and comforting voice eased some of the strain in her palpitating heart.
Zyair had turned towards her, his deeply haunted eyes were battling tears of his own, seeing her so broken. His chin rested on the mattress as the hand she had left rested near hers without touching it, while the other slowly combed her hair.
Anything to feel closer to her, she was hurting and his own heart was in shambles now. They were like two broken souls, two pearls in the same thread of fate so near and yet so far apart.
This was what he had feared all along, that tears would break him, he was so thoroughly broken today. It felt wrong when she cried.
She had been so happy so jubilant at the club and yet the remembrance of the past brought her so much pain.
Did she cry herself to sleep every night?
Does he never hold her?
Why they didn’t have any children? Her loneliness must stem from this fact too. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Does he force himself on her?
So many questions were bombarded in Zyair’s brain and yet the last one spiked his anger and he had to brush it away.
Finally, her hiccups seized and her light snoring filled the air. He adjusted the duvet so her back was covered as well. Ensuring she was comfortable, Zyair finally stood up and with a lingering glance filled with his deep affections and pureness, he left her room.
