Claimed As His Own novel Chapter 8

Suddenly, he stepped away, both hands releasing me from his closeness. And I was thankful for that. I didn't know how long I could have just stood there in such a close proximity with him without having a panic attack.

I could feel his eyes observing my every movement and once again, I swallowed harshly as my gaze turned to the ground. "The party will be tomorrow night and it has a theme. Cara would help you with the costume."

With that, he strode out of the room and the door was closed shut. I knew he didn't lock the door and I could just simply make my escape. But I had a plan to follow and doing that wouldn't make him trust me. And I needed him to trust me so that my plan could work.

I sank onto the bed, my mind running through all that had just happened and that very moment Kingston wasn't harsh with me.

Sydney Carrington's POV

I jerked up awake in bed and breathed heavily. My emotions were a mess. All I could feel now was pure consuming anger and murderous rage.

I pressed a hand to my chest to slow my heart rate down. Somehow when I was sleeping, I guess the block I had placed so that I couldn't read Kingston's emotions had fell and now I could feel him.

Intense rage was what I was getting and I quickly enforced the block once again. Feeling him made me feel dirty. I got out of bed and looked out of the windows, it should be about early morning by now back in my pack and I wondered how Sarah and Sean were.

I knew Sean would want to come all the way here to get me away from Kingston but I knew Sarah would stop him. It was dangerous for them and I didn't want Kingston to have that much of a leverage over me.

What I also missed was my painting sets. I loved painting. It was something like a diary to me. Painting helped me to get over my troubles by releasing all the emotion I had onto the canvas.

Suddenly, loud voices could be heard, shouting and yelling started. I found myself itching to investigate but I knew I shouldn't. Curiosity was a bug I could never get rid of even as a child. Smashing of glass sounded and I got worried that maybe Cara could be in danger. I got out of the bed and headed out of the room to where voices were raised and yelling shouting and yelling started.

Walking down the stairs cautiously because I haven't been around the house before, I peeped around the corner to see Kingston and another male with their voices raised in a language I didn't recognise. I squinted through the darkness to see who the other man was but failed.

I guess I was too busy trying to figure out who that other man was that I didn't realise that the shouting had stopped. "What are you doing here?"

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