Well, it wasn’t Like I could go anywhere else. After all, Caleb and I were staying in the same hotel.
I followed Adam’s orders and escorted Caleb to the hotel.
I said goodbye to Caleb emotionlessly and was about to leave. But then Caleb stopped me and said, “Debra, move to the room next to mine. It’s much better.”
Debra’s POV:
Only then did it occur to me that this morning, I had been coerced into agreeing to move in to the room next to Caleb’s.
I refused him politely. “It’s getting Late. I’LL move in tomorrow. Good night and sweet dreams!”
I turned around to leave, hoping that’d be the end of it. But Caleb stopped me and said, “I’ll help you move your things.”
“No need. I can do it myself tomorrow.”
“No. You have to move in to that room tonight,” Caleb insisted stubbornly.
I was a little annoyed by his pestering. Looking at his ruddy, drunken face, I couldn’t help but demand coldly, “Let go of me. You’re drunk.”
All of a sudden, Caleb cracked a smile and approached my ear, whispering, “I’m not drunk.”
His face was mere inches away from mine, his lips so close I could almost kiss them. His hot breath washed over my face and his intoxicating scent filled my nose, sending shivers down my spine. This fatal attraction was driving me crazy.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
I swallowed and took a few steps back, trying to keep my emotions at bay. But Caleb approached me once more. He came so close that I could count the lashes on his eyes.
“Caleb. weakly. “
I reached out my hands and pressed them against his chest ‘Lease stay away from me. Please.”
After a short pause, Caleb lowered his head dejectedly. He almost looked depressed.
“I’m sorry, Debra,” he said softly. “You’ve suffered because of me I was stunned. The situation felt so surreal. After waiting for years, I finally received his apology.
But what was the point of apologizing now? Saying sorry wouldn’t bring Vicky back, nor would it heal the pain I had suffered all these years. Nothing would change for me. He was only saying sorry for his own peace of mind.
I raised my head and stared at the ceiling, trying to prevent my tears from falling.
But I could only see the image of Vicky, breathing her last breath.
The corridor fell into dead silence.
Just when I was about to push Caleb away, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, as if someone was approaching us.
