CHAPTER 23


    I wake up, my head dripping with sweat. It was a dream. A bloody nightmare. I look beside me to find


    Luke fast asleep, still naked. I heave a sigh of relief. I tuck my hair behind my ear as I reach for a ss


    of water beside my bed. The jug is empty.


    "Bloody hell." I whisper. I get up, trying to move around as quietly as I can so I do not wake Luke. I''m


    by the bathroom door, near the coat rack. I pick a white robe from the coat rack and put it on. I walk


    back to the bed and cover Luke properly with the duvet.


    I drop the jug on the kitchen dining as I enter. I tie my hair in a messy bun. I open the fridge and scan


    for anything edible to eat. I grab the jug of milk inside and a bar of snickers. As I close the fridge, I


    shriek in shock as I see a figure in the dark. The figure walks slowly towards me as she ys with her


    red hair. It is Laurel.


    I''m relieved, "You know, you really do have a problem." I say as I walk to the dining to drop the jug of


    milk.


    "No doubt, I do have a problem. You are my problem." She says as I go to the cab to get a ss.


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    "I''m your problem?" I ask fully concentrating on pouring my milk out. "Now, tell me exactly why that is." I


    take a sip of the milk and open the snickers.


    She ces both her hands on the dining violently, causing a loud noise. "Luke. You don''t love him, so


    why do you keep pretending?! You''re not even his type."


    "And, you''re his type?" I ask. I chuckle, "I wish Luke could see this crazy side of you, but somehow he


    refuses to believe and see how demented you really are."


    She has a huge frown on. I smirk internally, knowing I made her so angry. Where my words came from,


    I had no idea but I was d I could stand up for myself.


    "I''ve been with Luke for 8 years, when he had nothing, when he was just a mere worker. I saw his


    sweat, and I deserve to have Luke because I had his back when no one else did. I made him breakfast,


    lunch and dinner, I treated his wounds after he got sick or wounded! You must be out of your damn


    mind if you think I''d let someone like you get Luke."


    Somehow, her words make me annoyed and sad that she had so much history with Luke and that she


    and Luke had so much memories. Heck, I hadn''t even known Luke for even a year.


    "Thank you." I say and she looks at me confused, a smirk building on her face. "Thank you, for


    grooming my husband for me. I wasn''t there to take care of him, but you did all that for me. Imagine if


    you weren''t there to take care of his wounds, he would probably limp now or something even worse. If


    that was the case and he didn''t recover from his wounds," I sit, closing my eyes as I bite my lips, "He


    wouldn''t make love to me so passionately, he wouldn''t know where to touch to make me moan and


    scream his name out loud, just like I did a few hours ago." I open my eyes, a smile on my face as I see


    her face, now tomato red.


    "Luke would never touch you. He hates you." She says, tears obvious in her ck eyes.


    "He hates when I''m not close to him, that''s what he hates." I move closer to her, extremely close, "You


    better start giving me the same respect you give Luke. I''m thedy of the house and I demand that you


    respect me or else, I will throw you out! Best believe it when I tell you. I can''t wait for Luke to see you


    for who you really are." I say. She shoves me aside and walks off angrily as I smile victoriously.