I am his

60

As the haunting notes of "Do I Wanna Know" by Arctic Monkeys played in the background, I sank onto my bed, deep in thought. Jacob's advice echoed in my mind, pushing me to recognize the past transgressions and reminding me that people like Kaden might not change permanently.

Fighting the inner turmoil, I glanced at my open curtains, realizing that if Kaden were to look up, he'd see me in this moment of vulnerability. Still, I couldn't shake the remnants of the connection we shared during the date, making the decision all the more complicated.

Jacob's comforting touch brought me back to the present. Despite the sweet memories of the evening, he reminded me of the potential heartbreak that lay ahead if I ignored Kaden's past actions.

"But he's changed, Jacob," I protested, hoping that my words would manifest into reality.

"He might have, but for how long?" Jacob caressed my cheeks, searching for the right words to guide me.

Kaden's POV

As I arrived home, I felt the familiar surge of determination, and I decided it was time for a workout. Downstairs, my personal gym beckoned, offering the perfect escape. Yet, amidst the adrenaline-fueled exercise, I realized I was missing a towel. With a quick sigh, I made my way upstairs in search of one.

In my room, I spotted the much-needed towel resting casually on my bed. However, something else caught my eye - Naomi's curtains were open again. An amused smile tugged at my lips. For all her brilliance, she somehow always forgot to close them, a charming quirk that brought a secret grin to my face.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I approached my window to take in the view. And there, through the glass, I saw her, locked in a passionate embrace with someone. My heart skipped a beat, and I strained to identify the mysterious figure. Alas, it remained a blur, leaving me feeling like an unexpected spectator in a clandestine performance.

Surprisingly, I found myself unable to speak or react, as if the emotions I should have expressed had choked me into silence. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and I couldn't quite pinpoint what I was feeling. Perhaps it was guilt or maybe even acceptance, considering my own track record of infidelity.

As the scene unfolded before me, I observed their intimate exchange with a strange detachment. Naomi didn't appear to care, and the sight stung like a venomous reminder of my own mistakes. The tears welled up, betraying the calm facade I tried to maintain. I felt an unexpected wave of sadness engulf me.

Quickly, I pulled myself together and wiped the tears away with a trembling hand. In a moment of clarity, I closed the curtains and retreated to my thoughts. My mind was restless, and I needed to distract myself from the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

And so, I decided to heed Jamie's advice and venture into the mysterious arena he mentioned. Dangerous? Perhaps. But right then, I didn't care about the consequences. I just wanted an outlet for the anger and frustration that gnawed at me from within.

As I stepped into the house, the atmosphere was charged with adrenaline, and a sea of onlookers surrounded the impromptu fighting arena. My eyes immediately locked onto Jamie, a familiar face in this unfamiliar setting. His grin widened as he greeted me, seemingly amused by my unexpected presence amidst the chaos.

"Kaden, what are you doing here? I thought you didn't do fights," he teased, clearly intrigued by my sudden change of heart.

"Can you get me in?" I asked, trying to hide any sign of uncertainty in my voice. I didn't dare meet his gaze, feeling somewhat embarrassed by my impulsive decision.

"Yeah, sure," Jamie replied with a reassuring pat on my back, leading me into the heart of the action. As the two fighters completed their confrontation, the crowd roared with excitement.