Falling, Fallen | ✔️

18

~Ayla's POV~

Every single day for the next week, Soren had girls in and out of the house—at least one girl every day. At this point I was pretty sure he wasn't even bringing the girls over to satisfy his needs, but rather just to get on my nerves after I had interrupted him with that girl, and I hated to say it but it was working. I was annoyed with Soren.

However today was different. It was the weekend, and yet I didn't hear the sound of any girly moans from his room, which was odd considering I had heard that every day for the past week. He had said otherwise, but it was clear to me that this man must have been a sex addict, just like I had said. I got up from my bed that I had been laying in for the past two hours, doing absolutely nothing. Sure, I could have left my room but I had thought he would bring another girl over today, so I had purposely stayed in bed.

I went over to my bedroom door and quietly opened it, poking my head out to be sure that there actually wasn't anyone else here but Soren and I. I assumed there wasn't because I didn't hear anybody.

Thinking that it was safe to leave my room, I stepped out and headed downstairs, not very surprised when I saw that Soren was sitting on one of the couches. From what I could see, it looked like he was eating buttered toast. I couldn't help but to narrow my eyes at the back of his dark head of hair, not saying a word to him as I passed through to the kitchen. "Ayla," He said my name and I froze, narrowing my eyes at the floor as I dared not to turn around. "What?" I grumbled, knowing I sounded annoyed.

His gaze was on me and I could feel it, trying to get me to look at him. "I haven't seen you much this week." He murmured, making me scowl slightly at his nerve to be able to say that. I finally looked at him, not bothering to hide the pissed off look on my face. "Maybe because you've been too busy fucking random girls to see me in the first place. If you weren't, you'd know I've been hiding in my room." I said with some snark.

Soren set his empty plate on the glass table in front of the couch, frowning at me. "You sound a little jealous, Ayla, but...you don't like me, right? So why do you care?" He asked, his gaze intense as he stared me down. I pursed my lips and crossed my arms over my chest, continuing to glare at him. "I don't care." I snapped, knowing that I sounded rather defensive. "It's just annoying. I know I said you could have girls over, but really, every day? Who the hell needs to have sex that much?" I asked, watching as his lips twitched in amusement. He spread his long arms out along the back of the couch, raising his brows at me. "Again, why do you care? I kept them out of your way, clearly." He hummed.

"Yeah, but I also said you should keep them quiet. I don't wanna see or hear them, either." I scoffed, but he just smirked slightly. "I can't exactly do anything about how loud they get, Ayla." He responded. It was clear that he didn't really care that they were loud, or that it had bothered me.

"You're so full of shit." I grumbled angrily, giving him a glare before I turned around to finally head into the kitchen. Before I could even get two steps forward I heard Soren rush to stand up, his long legs making it take not even two seconds to reach me. He grabbed my arm gently and his hand was so big it easily encircled my wrist. He was so strong that he didn't even really have to try that hard or use any force when he turned me around with a slight tug on my arm. Still, I nearly managed to crash into his chest, and I would have if it weren't for him gently grasping onto my waist with his free hand. I felt stupid but I couldn't help but to flush, my heart pounding faster at the warmth I could feel radiating through the fabric of my shirt from his hand. I was supposed to be mad at him, and yet here I was gushing to myself about how warm his hands are.

"Wait, wait," He rushed out when he had me turned towards him, letting his hand linger on my waist. I glared up at him and he visibly cringed. "I get that you're mad, but you knew I would be bringing over girls. I never said I wouldn't, and this is my house, so I don't have to abide by your rules." He murmured. Right when I had thought that maybe he was actually going to be nice and apologize, he had done the exact opposite. It should have been expected but it still ticked me off. "It might be your house, but you don't live alone anymore. I live here too now." I said, lightly scolding him. Of course, he just rolled his eyes and then sent me a look. "Having you here wasn't my idea, nor was it my choice. We're married but we're not in a relationship. You would be better off if you just accepted this being as it is. I'm not here with you because I want to be."

I stared at him, hating that his words had actually hurt my feelings. I ripped my arm out of his hold and then shoved him away from me, no longer wanting his touch on me. "You act like I'm some clingy one night stand, Soren." I sneered at him, so annoyed with him that I genuinely thought I could hurt him. It wasn't a good thought, and it was one that I hadn't had before when I got angry about something. "But the truth is that you just fucking wish I was a one night stand. You play like I'm the only one between us that feels attracted to the other, but I know it's not true. I know you want me just as much as I want you, but you know that the only time you can ever have me is when we're around other people." I sounded mocking, taunting, even to my own ears.

Soren looked pissed, but he surprisingly didn't even try to deny it. The funny thing is that I didn't feel bad about saying it, either.