Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL]-Chapter 337: Conversations

Kim

I began to pace before I could stop myself. The nerve of this man! How fucking dare him?!

I could feel anger start to swirl within me again, and this time, it was mixed with hurt. An intense amount. He remained unmoving by the door but his presence was so large, it had completely filled up this whole room and his scent seemed to be making it hard for me to breathe. When I finally stopped pacing, he was right there, looking very calm, the complete opposite of how I felt right now and that got on my nerves.

I didn’t want to have this conversation with him. Not right now, not ever. It was embarrassing enough that I revealed to him that I was heartbroken and I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from that. However, now that he had insisted that we talk this out once and for all, I felt trapped and wished there was a way I could escape this.

"You’re silent." He stated quietly and at once, a scowl formed across my face as I glared at him.

"Get out, Roy. I don’t want to have any kind of conversation with you." I said, but more like pleaded because the desperation was obvious in my voice.

Roy shook his head once and I bristled at once.

"You said I broke your heart, no?" Can we talk about that?" He questioned and color instantly filled up my face as I frantically shook my head, wishing I could disappear from the face of the earth right now.

"Didn’t you break my heart though?" I sneered as I folded my arms and Roy sighed before dregvuhd a palm over his face.

"There’s a lot you don’t understand, Angelo." He spoke softly and my heart instantly stumbled to a stop in the middle of my chest at the mention of my actual name in that voice of his. This was the first time someone was calling me that since Roy disappeared after his rut in my heart fluttered even more when our eyes locked in the next moment and the intensity of his eyes seemed to be sucking on my soul.

"Don’t call me that." I bit out but even I knew my voice was weaker than it’s supposed to be.

"Should we talk about this?" He continued before shoving his hands into his pocket and nodding between us.

"You know the ball is in your court." He continued and I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips.

"Why should we talk about it? It’s pointless now, don’t you think so? You already have a freaking boyfriend, Roy. All you’ll do is to apologize to me before going back to your boyfriend and I honestly don’t want an apology because it would make me feel more like a fool. Let’s just not talk about it, okay?" By the time I was done, my eyes were starting to sting again and I angrily wiped at it with the back of my palm before I held my face up and breathed in slowly.

"So, you can leave now."

Roy’s expression was pinched and he stepped forward, making my heart skip a couple of beats at once.

"I don’t..." he began before dragging his fingers through his hair.

"You don’t understand." He finally muttered and I felt anger bloom through me at once, making me snap.

"Make me understand then!" I cried out as I walked towards him and jammed a finger into his chest.

"Make me fucking understand." My voice was softer and cracked and to my horror, I realized too late that tears had welled in my eyes till my cheeks felt wet. But right now I didn’t care about that as I began to go off.

"Why did you do it? A fucking rebound? Really? I thought... I thought you cared about me? You always said you did, you always acted like you did. So it was all a lie? And why did you do it?" I continued, knowing I was fully baring myself and being embarrassingly vulnerable but not giving a fuck about that right now.

Roy had seen me broken countless times so what’s one more gonna hurt?

"You were the one who didn’t care about me enough." He responded sharply, a pinched expression across his face and I let out a disbelieving sound as I gaped at him.

"What? What the hell are you saying? That’s bullshit and you know it! I cared about you, I care about you. You were all I always think about and the only one I’ve ever let close to me. You’re the only one I let call me ’Angelo’. You’re the only one after my brother that I let into my room. You’re the one I think about before I sleep and when I wake up. And I’ve wanted you, from the very onset, but because I knew what I felt for you was more than lust, it was scary so I told myself to push you away.

But even at that, I still loved having you close and all over me. I know I pushed you away a lot, but that’s because I was battling with myself. But I ended up figuring my shit out! I told myself I’ll finally confess my true feelings to you when you finally return from where you traveled to unexpectedly, to let you know that I was in love with you!"

"I tried to reach you so badly and I even asked Blaze of your whereabouts. But when you finally returned, it’s with a boyfriend who you’ve apparently always been in love with, so don’t —"

I was still speaking when he cut me off, a stunned expression across his face as he spoke.

"Wait. You love me?"

I instantly flushed in embarrassment as I spluttered.

"That’s not the- the point, and..."

He cut me off again. "Wait, I didn’t know you cared about where I went to. Blaze said you didn’t care or bothered to ask. He said you were too busy flirting with different guys to notice my absence."

As he spoke, anger swelled within me.

That fucking bastard Blaze.