Divergent souls || 2

Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT ⇆ ANGELINA
I slowly blink my eyes open, focusing as I recall yesterday's memories, a naked guy lies beside me.

Such a lovely beginning.

I grab my phone and shift in the mattress as I check the time, it's still early in the morning, seven, I have work at ten so that's great, Sophia will probably lose her shit if I'm late.

I sigh and slowly straighten, brushing my hair that's in a hundred different directions as I slowly stand up, walking on my tip toes to the bathroom so that he doesn't wake up.

Jesus Christ, I look ashen, not pale more like...dead, dark circles surround my eyes, that are currently puffy too, I'm going to use ice for that later, I cleanse my face and pat it softly, and my thoughts instantly come to work.

And the way my phone's ring distracts them isn't very pleasant either, Asher will probably wake up anyway so I just wipe my face off and get outside, sure enough, he's straightened,

Eyes flitting to my phone but he doesn't make a move to pick it up, I grab it when I see Rowan's name flashing over the screen, but I decline, it's like the asshole knows when I wake up.

He's stalking me.

Wait, he wouldn't, right? I'm not so sure right now, I think that explains how fucked up our relationship is, anyway, "Good morning." He lets out in a raspy tone, looking slightly annoyed by the interruption.

I don't make a move to apologize though, playing dumb, "Good morning." I reply flatly, smiling tightly in his direction, he rolls his eyes and I act as if I didn't see him.

We actually ended up fucking, breaking my "I'm not getting laid" rule, but well, it was a great distraction while it lasted, however, I need to get a new more practical ways to distract myself until Rowan kicks himself out of my life.

"He's the guy you were talking to last night, No?" He says after a beat and my eyebrows rise, he holds his hands up, "Assuming, if you don't want to discuss it it's fine." My luck was good enough to make me have sex with a decent man.

Who actually has common sense, "Just surprised." I explain as I walk toward my closet, grabbing a sports bra and tights since I'll head to the gym before going to work.

Asher doesn't push further at the topic as he stands, then walks into the bathroom, not offering more words, I breathe out harshly, and moments pass as I get dressed into the new clothes.

Putting my earlier pajama on the bed, He exits the bathroom moments later, eyes finding mine in a haze as he blinks, looking like he'd love to sleep again, but it's clear that he's leaving anyway.

Just when he's about to step out of the room, my words pause him, maybe I should be nicer but I hate these types of people, "You won't set your blanket?" His eyes widen in surprise at my question.

Maybe I shouldn't ask such a question but it genuinely annoys me when anyone does that, he arches a questioning brow, running a hand through his loose hair, "Is that what I'm supposed to do?" He asks.

I shrug nonchalantly, "You came here to a neat organized bedroom, better leave it that way." I explain in a low calm tone, as if he didn't get what I meant from the first sentence, he lets out a mix of a laugh and snicker, before approaching me.

As he starts to organize the bed, I smile in satisfaction, I like my stuff organized and in the most perfect state they can be in, maybe it's controlling but I actually don't care.

After he finishes and I brush my hair, we both exit the room at the same time, "Want coffee?" I ask, as I walk toward my espresso machine, he hums in approval, "Definitely." He says and I grab a mug for him.