Knocking on His Door
When we arrived back at the penthouse, I couldn’t wait to get away from Hayden. Seeing him in such a pleasant mood and acting a little too nice to me, just triggered warning alarms in my head. I felt restless and anxious around him. I just wanted to hide away in my room and work on my art to heal my tired mind.
“…Thank you for today,” I said curtly in a stiff voice before turning on my heels.
I walked as fast as I could towards my room to get away from him. If I could, I would have run away from him. What happened today was too much and I found it so…confusing.