The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 58

ZERO

Despite my focus on the woman lying in the bed, I continued to talk on the phone. Getting some shut-eye isn't an option for me because I’m working on something important. It's still very early. I took a look at my pricey timepiece and realized it was already ten o'clock.

I wanted to go down to take some hard drinks to get myself to sleep but I can’t just let Isla alone here.

“I’ll get back to you, tomorrow,” I said and ended the call. I perched on top of the bed and heaved a deep sigh.

I've been having a difficult time coping with my activities these past few days—which is atypical of me. I always deal with it swiftly but when I started to be with Isla, it seems like, something has changed.

I took a deep breath and sighed. “What did you do to me?” I whispered into the air as I stared into her face.

“You’re just a sister to me. It will only stay that way…” I mumbled. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. My body needs a cold shower, to awaken my soul and shove me away from stupid thoughts.

When I’m done, I wrapped the towel into the lower part of my body and stepped out of the bathroom. When I lift m face, I was surprised. But didn’t show it and casually walked toward the bed. My eyes are still fixed on hers.

“You’re awake,” I muttered as I sat beside her.

I saw how she bit her lower lip when her eyes darted into my half-naked body. I formed a sly smirk on my lips.

“Just take a rest. Let’s get back to the city first thing tomorrow,” I informed which makes her forehead crease.

“A-Are you not gonna wear your c-clothes?” she asked, her voice stuttering.

I arched my brow as I leaned on the headboard and my eyes moved down to meet her gaze. I tapped my lap. “Come here,” I uttered.

I thought she won’t do it but I was wrong. She fixed her hair to one side and pushed herself up and sat on my lap, her body lying horizontally.

“I can’t sleep if I wear my clothes on. I always sleep by only wearing a boxer,” I said which makes her roll her eyes.

“I don’t ask about it,” she muttered, and I want to laugh at her reaction.

Isla is a truly endearing lady who never fails to bring a smile to my face—a smile that I only show in front of her and not in front of other people. There were instances when I smiled at other people but never gave them a sincere smile in return.

I’m only like this because Isla and I came to conclude that, the bond we’ve agreed on, was the one who’s making me like this—or maybe the fact that she’s like my younger sister.

But whom did I fool? … Myself. It’s so foolish to me to think that I am treating her differently because I see her as my sister when in fact, I saw him like my woman—fuck it, Zero, I cursed myself.

No, I shouldn’t feel this way, I thought.

I don't want to endanger her life in any way. I don't want to do anything that will hurt her.

I'm not worthy of that foreign affection. I am unlovable and unworthy of love. I am a monster and I will always be. An angel and a monster can’t be together. Not… ever.

“I’m too lazy to take a shower,” she uttered, suddenly which pulled me back to my right senses.

I smiled. Damn, again!

“Don’t worry, you still smell like a baby,” I teased—well, it’s true though. She has a baby scent that no one can’t resist.

And to hide her embarrassment, she rolled her eyes at me. She always does that when she feels embarrassed—that’s what I observed. We may not be together always, but still, I can read her through her actions.

As time goes by being together with her, I will admit… Becca is right all along. Isla has a big heart and a soul that will enlighten those people like me. But it’s already too late. I can’t return to the past and change it.

However, when that one day will came, maybe, letting go will be the best choice.

I smiled at her which makes her squint her eyes. “Do you want to find some drink downstairs?” I asked. However, she shook her head and told me that: it was fine.

“I just want to sleep again,” she said and yawned. How adorable, I thought.

I don’t know why she looks so exhausted when in fact, we just had one round. She closes her eyes and I let myself, run my fingers into the strands of her hair—combing them down.