The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Sixty: I told you he'd only want to see me.

I'm not gonna wait until you're done pretending you don't need anyone,
I'm standing here naked.
I'm not gonna wait till you decide that you're ready to swallow all your pride,
I'm standing here naked.〰️ James Arthur.

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Disclaimer: This chapter will be really, really, really short. I'm sorry. I think my brain and my imaginary friends who talk to me while I'm writing are on vacation :p

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Ian's POV. (Talk about finally am I right 🙃)

The moment I slammed the door behind me, my anger left and was replaced with nothing but pure emptiness. I didn't understand it. Why was she so damn stubborn? I could see the fear in her eyes despite how she tried to make herself seem unfazed. I could see her doubts clearly all over her face I could see clearly that she had her doubts about him that she didn't trust him as much as she let on. But why wouldn't she just admit it?

Her fucking ego that's it. I sighed and kicked at a pebble lying on the grass. She didn't want to do this and we both knew it. She didn't want to return to Spain but that stupid Alvaro was twisting her head with lies and making her go against all her decisions.

The guy was a fucking dick and if I could get my hands on him just one more time I would snap his head in two places. I hated the fact that he had Sisi wrapped around his middle finger and she would do as he said. She was a smartass person all the time but with him... She was dumb as hell.

What if she had feelings for him? It made sense though. It was the only thing that could explain her blindness. Love... love could do that to you. It could make you weak-hearted and be forced to be a slave to the person that trapped you in such enchantment. I was grateful that I would never have to witness such sappy feelings because I was Ian Reid and I was incapable of feeling romantic love.

Sisi.

I shut my eyes tight to get her name out of my head. With her it was different, everything was always different. She made me want to believe that such fantasies were a reality. She made me want to believe that despite all the things I had done I could have a little peace because with her I felt almost at peace with myself... well except when she wasn't hitting me though that was just plain painful. With her, I felt I could tell her anything and it would be safe with her. It hurt me just a little when I found out who she really was but when I calmed down I realized that I had been completely irrational. She had the right to keep things from me we weren't bound to each other by blood or some covenant. She was a person and I was also a person and we could both have our secrets. I had to work on myself when I was mad I said basically anything not caring who you were and not considering if I was getting your heartbroken.

I knew Sisi though, more than she thought I did. I knew that she liked to act tough and full of steel all the time even when she was hurting but she was human still and I knew that somewhere beneath all that abrasiveness there was a sweet soul that... yeah I can't even finish that because I don't believe it's true. But what I knew for sure was that she was a lot better than she let on. She had a heart and that was all that mattered.

She made me question myself and everything that I ever stood for. She was in my head all the time living rent-free and trust me when I say that I'll do anything at all to get her out of it.