After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 30

If he was going to set up his own rules, I was setting up mine too. Two months was still a long time, but I wouldn't discuss it tonight—not in our parents' house.

"How about we discuss this tomorrow?"

"I don't like suspense."

"For your information, we're in your father's house. And I'm setting my rules, too!"

His mouth curved in a playful grin. "Finally, a part of Ericka I remember. Let's see what rules you've got, witch."

God, his smile was to die for; I almost gave in.

I shook my head, then crossed my arms. "One of my rules: Don't ever call me witch again."

I strolled back to the pool and stood by the edge. Luke had barely called me by my first name, and he had called me a witch a couple of times now. I didn't know if it was because I looked like a witch to him. I wasn't his type.

Luke walked next to me but kept a short distance this time. He slid his hands into his pocket. "Alright, I won't."

Silence.

I gazed up at him. His face was calmer now, and he was staring at the water. "Luke?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you miss our late-night phone calls?"

"Why'd you ask?"

"Because I miss it." I miss you.

"We don't need that now. We're just right in front of each other." He cocked at his head. "We don't need to play that childish game."

"Call me Ericka instead."

"What?"

"Call me that, but not some witch. I hate it. So, I still need to prepare my things. Goodnight, Luke."

He nodded. "Nine o'clock, sharp. Don't be late."

I didn't answer and headed inside. The last thing to do was convince Mom.

***

I went downstairs, dressed, with my suitcase ready. Luke was already outside waiting for me.

It was almost nine; Mom and Thomas were in the living room. I paced towards Mom and embraced her. She was kind of sentimental. I always knew that about her. She was only like this whenever we were going to be apart. In a matter of days, she would get used to it.

"Come on, Mom. It's almost graduation. We can be with each other again," I said, just to rectify the situation. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to live with them.

"It's only two days more, Scarlet. Stay, darling." Thomas asked, trying to convince me. I was such a bad daughter.

"I'm so sorry, Thomas. I promise to call you when I get there. It's only two months, and we're going to see each other again at my graduation, right, Mom?"

"I am so not going to your graduation!" she cried out.

A black limousine was already waiting at the pathway. I approached him, a bit hesitant, but then opened the door for me, inviting me to get in.

"Ladies first."

All I had to do was to step inside and enjoy every moment. I guess my heart already knew its choice. I stepped into the car, and Luke settled in after me.

"Tell me I made the right decision," I asked, holding my breath. "I feel guilty right now, and Mom cried because of me."

He frowned. "You're going back to Cambridge in two days anyway, so what's the big deal?"

I snorted. "Whatever. Just to remind you, I made this decision because there is no other choice. And why did you tell them I was going to stay with you?" I shifted my body to one side and faced him. "That's not a part of the conversation last night."

"I did say make yourself available on weekends, right?"

"But it's not the weekend yet."

He smirked. "Why delay the fun?"

"Seriously? You're really just going to do whatever you want?"

"Why not?" He leaned over to my ear. "Do you know how much we are going to both enjoy this? You just have to submit it to me. The reason why I still haven't touched even the tip of your hair is that I want to savor you properly. We both know how we want that, right?"

That just didn't sound like a good idea, but every hair on my body stood by his words alone. What was wrong with me now?

He ran his thumb on my lip. "I can't wait to have you." I felt his breath on my neck, and I inhaled the scent of his perfume—earthy, like wood with a hint of mild soap. "Alone."