A Blaze In My Heart

23. "Miss Woods, get out of there. Now."

(1391 words)

"Mr. Colton, Mr. Colton." A male voice frantically called from behind, breaking whatever spell me and Blayze were under.

I cleared my throat awkwardly as Blayze's arms abandoned my waist, his body moving away from mine, snatching away all the warmth.

It was Harrison who had showed up, and he bore a panic-stricken expression. "What's wrong?" Blayze asked him annoyedly.

"Mr. Colton, it's urgent. I need you to come with me." He said, his voice holding urgency.

Blayze instantly got out of the pool and went with Harrison, leaving me there in the water by myself.

After drying myself off and covering up with a loose cardigan, I took the elevator up to our hotel room, trying not to think back to the moment I just shared with Blayze. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't eradicate the image of his eyes staring at me as if nothing else in the world existed, the feel of his arms around my waist and our bodies flush together.

I massaged my temples as I walked through the corridor toward our room. I kept telling myself that I could not be infatuated with Blayze Colton. Out of all the guys in the world, I could not feel any sort of attraction for him.

We hated each other. A water fight and some playful minutes couldn't change that, right? However, I couldn't any longer bring myself to believe that I hated him. Not after the sudden change I had seen in him. Not after I had witnessed what he was like underneath his facade of coldness and arrogance. He was also a normal human being, with emotions, capable of smiling and laughing, and being nice.

I couldn't say anymore that I couldn't stand him. After the small gestures he'd shown from giving me his shoes to letting me sleep on his shoulder to putting me in bed so that I wouldn't have to sleep on the couch, I couldn't perceive him as a bad person anymore. Those gestures, however small they were, meant a huge deal to me.

I could easily say that I didn't despise Blayze Colton anymore. At least not as much as I did before. But affirmatively, there was no way I was developing feelings for him. Falling for a guy who had a new woman in his bed every now and then, was a foolish thing to do, and I knew better than that.

A few more days and I'd be out of his life, then nothing would matter. He wouldn't matter. The moments we shared would become a thing of the past, to never be remembered again.

I pushed the door of the room open, stepping inside, but the sight before me instantly made me halt in my track. Things were thrashed around, the lamps laying on the floor, broken; papers and stationery scattered all over, the duvet ripped apart along with the bedsheet.

My heart stood still in my chest as I took the view in. Did Blayze lose his temper over something and threw things around? But him breaking the lamps out of rage seemed rational to me, not him ruining the whole room.

Nope. He didn't do this.

Someone broke in.

A chill crawled down my spine, the hair on my neck standing alert in fear, as I slipped my hand into my purse to take my phone out. That was when my gaze fell on a paper stabbed with a knife in the centre of the bed.

I approached it slowly, while looking for Blayze's number in my contacts at the same time. My heart stood still as I read the words on the page, written with blood.

You called for war when you chose to threaten me.

My fingers dialled Blayze's number, my eyes looking around frantically, fearing that whoever broke in might jump out of a corner and hurt me.