#Chapter237
/"I think you owe me a million explanations tonight, Alexi. If you want me to stay, then be honest with me! Stop letting this all filter out in a drib-drab motion and just get it over with. I don’t think my nerves can take much more. It surely can’t be worse than …/" I wave my hand in the air in an encompassing motion, meaning ‘this, everything’ hoping to God I’m right.
He throws me a look that says, ‘I bet it can’, and my stomach drops to my toes like a lead weight. Not sure what it is he wants to tell me, and suddenly afraid of what could be worse than my past being in his possession. Maybe I should have just stayed in the elevator and left after all.
Alexi walks past me to the kitchen, so I’m left perched on the coffee table with lack of mobility, and he pulls out a glass to pour himself a drink, motioning with a look to ask if I want one too and I nod. Something tells me I need a stiff drink if he thinks it’s bad enough to warrant one.
