Adoration: Book Two of the Infatuation Series

Chapter Thirty-Five: Sea, Just Swallow Me Whole

y/n's PoV:

04:12

Your eyes scrunch together momentarily, as a flashing light keeps appearing in the dark. He groans under your movement, before turning away from you and the light source. It takes you a couple of seconds, then you finally manage to open your eyes.

It's just after four in the morning and Pierre's phone keeps flashing. You've barely been back from the party for an hour and a half. An annoyed groan escapes your lips. What the fuck is going on? You push yourself up, leaning towards the night stand, fishing for his phone.

Margaux: So I wanted to see if you were interested... You know where to find me next Sunday ❤️

You didn't even mean to see who was texting or what it said, but this? You re-read the last message that you just read. A knot forms deep in your stomach. There's a handful of messages. Fuck... What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat? You exhale deeply, knowing damn well that reading through the previous texts is not only betraying his trust in you, but that they'll also only hurt you.

The name though. You know who she is. You have to know, you can't help it.

Interested? Fucking interested.

Tightness spreads through your chest as your throat closes off even more. You glance over at Pierre, who's peacefully sleeping, unaware of Margaux texting him, while you've been ripped out of your sleep, aggressively at that, now suffocating under the fear of what you're about to read on his lock screen.

You just talked about how happy you were about Charles' blessing a few hours before, and now there's this. Pinching yourself to see if this is a bad dream would be great, but you know damn well that you're not dreaming. Was this the bad vibe you got two nights ago? This looming suspicion that something bad was going to happen?

Margaux... The beautiful blonde that he actually dated for a while, compared to his other conquests. Margaux Bisset. You met her in passing once. It was two years or so before the two of you started dating. Frankly you didn't know who she was at the time you met her, but Charles had later told you that she was the woman who actually stayed by Pierre's side for longer than average.

His lock screen dims, as you're left alone with the stomach churning anxiety of what this message is about. You glance at him again, wondering if he reached out to her, or if she is the only one messaging him. Your head starts spinning when you consider the possibility that she could've also just responded to his message...

He wouldn't, right? Absolutely not.

You also know that he blocked all recent women that came before you. Okay, now that doesn't make it sound much better. Fuck Pierre.

With that in mind, you light up his lock screen again - yes, you're breaking his trust, but not knowing what this is about now will single handedly kill the damn cat more than curiosity would or ever could.

You lower the lighting of his phone, before guiltily scrolling to the first message out of many she sent. It's a strong juxtaposition: a picture of you as his background, and Margaux's messages.

Margaux: Mon Chéri