[COMPLETED] 18+??: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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Niall's visit had really been very surprising and I had not expected him at all when I had opened the front door. But there he simply stood and without thinking much I had let him in.
He told me still boiling with rage about his last night, what probably was the trigger for his mood and how much he despises Layla. I must say that it was very amusing to listen to him.
It kind of reminded me of Ash and me at our beginning....
Anyway, we were sitting in the living room talking about the guest list he got when Ashley came downstairs. Fuck, I wasn't expecting that either.
I thought maybe she was already asleep, because when I left her to organize something in my office she seemed very tired and I thought she would get some rest. She probably did, after all she looked pretty sleepy when she came downstairs.
She was still wearing one of my shirts and I must say that I really liked it, my heart started racing when she grabbed my shirt this morning. I never gave my shirts to anyone else, that had been one of my rules but like so many things I didn't mind with Ash.
On the contrary, I liked it very much...especially since she was wearing only her thong and a bra underneath but it was long enough to cover everything important.
I admired her beauty, the puffy eyes from sleeping and her tousled hair, but when I noticed how speechless Niall was staring at her, I realized that he saw the same thing as me. And that was Ashley who just came down from the second floor, my floor with only a shirt on, my shirt.
Shit.
I could read in his look how it rattled in his head, then it fucking clicked. Through her light clothing, her bruises were on full display for him. Niall is a little slow when it comes to understanding some things, but unfortunately he grasps something like that immediately.
Well, having our initials on each other's skin is pretty obvious...fucking hell.
After he was completely stunned and couldn't stop asking questions and cursing, he calmed down a bit. We grabbed drinks and sat now on one of the two sofas in the living room.
We didn't talk while we downed the first four drinks and I think it was better that way...because now we all had some alcohol in our blood system and that always helps.
Niall suddenly snorted loudly while holding the fifth glass of whiskey tightly with his right hand and waving it back and forth. I looked over at him and his glazed eyes told me that the alcohol was already having its effect.
