Third pov
From the moment the man wakes up from his sleep he had a scowl on his face.
A scowl that looks too permanent to wipe off and so everybody stared clear of him.
Adonis stares st the marbled wall in front of him as endless streams of water pours on his body from his shower.
Fisting his hand he fights back the urge to drive a pun h through the marbled wall and instead let's out a furstrated growl before backing away a little.
A tsunami of coupled and broken emotions hit him and he finds himself confused and lost for sometime.
Everything has always been for her and it will always all be for her.
Stepping out of the glass shower case he grabs a white towel and wraps it around his waist before grabbing his phone.
Immediately he hits her contact number and places the phone on his ear.
