Page 22 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Aurora Henry

T he door clicks shut, a soft echo of Felix’s departure.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and climbed into the bed that still holds his scent—a mix of cedar and blood.

My laptop sits on the nightstand, a silent accuser of my procrastination.

I reach for it with a sigh, the cool metal against my skin grounding me.

“Let’s see what the world wants now,” I mutter, flipping the damn thing open. My inbox is a godawful mess, a sea of unopened emails staring back at me with virtual judgement. One catches my eye, an address that doesn’t ring any bells. Probably more spam, but curiosity is a bitch.

I click it open, and there it is, just four words that manage to make my heart skip despite my better judgement— I’ll see you soon .

No name, no nothing. A chill runs down my spine, but I shake it off.

Probably some fan who thinks they’re being cryptic.

I hit delete with more force than necessary and shove the laptop away.

“Creeps,” I grumble under my breath .

My eyelids grow heavy as the adrenaline from earlier fades.

Felix’s touch lingers on my skin, a phantom caress that promises danger just as much as it does excitement.

I can almost feel the weight of his hand around my throat—rough, demanding, intoxicating.

But he’s not here now, and the bed feels too big, too empty without him.

“Damn you, Felix Greyson…” I whisper to the shadows, “… for making me want things I shouldn’t.”

I yawn, stretching out on the bed, feeling the pull of tired muscles.

The sheets are cool against my bare legs, a stark contrast to the heat Felix always brings.

I curl up, trying to chase the warmth that’s left with him and let the darkness take me.

Sleep comes as a thief, stealing the tension from my limbs and pulling me under before I can fight it.

The next morning, I wake up with Felix’s arms wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine like a protective shield.

I breathe in his scent, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I gently lean over and kiss his soft lips, careful not to wake him.

He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, and I smile before slipping out of his embrace.

Padding silently through the bedroom, I feel the need to burn off some energy, so I head to the pool to swim laps.

The water is cool and invigorating, each stroke pushing my muscles to their limit.

As I power through the water, I can’t help but think about how Felix has invaded every aspect of my life—my thoughts, desires, and nightmares.

When I’m done swimming, I wrap a towel around myself and head to the kitchen, where I find Felix making breakfast. He smirks as he flips an egg, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Morning, darling,” he says, amusement lacing his voice.

“Morning,” I reply, grabbing a cup of coffee. “You know, my publicist wants me to do another book signing, but I told her no.”

“Really? Why’s that?” Felix asks, his interest piqued.

“Because the book was released over eight months ago. I’ve moved on from it,” I say, sipping my coffee. “I want to write a new one. Maybe I’ll write about an assassin who kidnaps a girl and makes her fall in love with him.”

Felix chuckles, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Sounds like a thrilling story, but be careful. Once you go down that path, there’s no turning back.”

He walks past me, his footsteps loud on the floor.

On one hand, he carries a steaming plate of food, its savoury aroma filling my nostrils.

With a gentle, unexpected sincerity, he places the plate before me and whispers, “I love you, too, Aurora.” His words wash over me like a warm wave, leaving me stunned and rooted to the spot as he saunters up the staircase, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Wait… what?” I whisper, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Did Felix Greyson just say he loves me? The man who thrives on violence and control, who’s always lurking in the shadows, just bared his soul to me? My world tilts, and I’m left reeling, trying to make sense of it all.

I bolt up the stairs, my heart racing as I chase after Felix. I can’t let him just drop a bomb like that and disappear. The man’s a freaking enigma, and I need answers.

“Hey!” I shout, catching up to him in the hallway. My arms fly around his neck from behind, locking into a piggyback hug. “You can’t just say that and run off!”

“Can’t I?” he replies, his voice low and dangerous.

He grabs my wrists, yanking me off his back with brute strength.

My body slams against the wall, the impact sending jolts of pain through me.

His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply.

But the way he does it… it’s all too familiar, awakening a dark craving inside me.

“Say it again,” I demand, gasping for breath, my eyes locked on his.

Felix smirks, leaning in to capture my lips in a rough, possessive kiss. I melt into his touch, my body betraying the fear that should be there. Instead, adrenaline courses through me, fuelling my desire even more.

“Get dressed,” he orders, pulling back and releasing his grip on my throat. “I have jobs to do today, and you’re coming with me.”

“Jobs? What kind of—” I start to ask, but he cuts me off.

“Does it matter, darling?” he says, his voice dripping with menace. “Just get ready.”

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, the intensity of what just happened still etched in my mind. He walks away, and my thoughts are a tangled mess of confusion and lust. There’s no denying it now—I’m drawn to this man, this assassin who has somehow made me fall head over heels for him.