The Bet (18+)

All Rights Reserved ©

Chapter 41

Damon had been in the shower forever. What the hell is he doing in there? He was ignoring me, wasn’t he? Fuck.


I walked up to the door to knock when I heard the shower shut off. Panic bubbled in my chest as I lunged away from the door and took a seat back on my bed. I wasn’t going to push him, but I was so damn excited that he was back. I felt so much better that he was back, even if he’s pissed as all hell.


The door whipped open and Damon came out in grey sweatpants, a black tee, and no socks. His hair was a wet mop on his head and damn did I want to run my fingers through it. The scent of his body wash filled the room and my heart fluttered. His scent was slowly leaving the room but now that he’s back, the scent returned. Thank God.


“Did you have a nice shower?” I asked in a quiet tone.


His sharp glare looked over at me for a split second before he continued to his side of the room and began to tug his bedding out. He was clearly trying to ignore me as he made his bed.


I got up and tried to help him, but he swatted my hand away.


“I can do it,” he growled.


My entire body froze as my tears began to blur my vision. I stood there like an ice statue; too afraid to breathe or move a muscle.


Then he turned to me and sighed.


“I’m sorry for snapping. I just didn’t expect to find anyone here when I returned. I just want to make my bed and go to sleep.” He continued to make his bed and I continued to stand there.


“I’m sorry, too,” I whispered.


His eyes whipped back over at me, but he didn’t say a word. I stepped away and crawled back into bed and faced the window. I didn’t want to push him away for good and knew that if I just shut my mouth and let him do his thing, he’d have time to cool down.


He shut the lights off and I slowly turned my head to look at him now that I was hidden in the darkness. He had his back turned to me as he pulled his blanket up to cover him. It was obvious that he didn’t want to talk but I was dying over here.


I had been waiting for his return for so long and Tommy being here screwed it all up. Seeing him after all this time made me want to jump in his arms and kiss him to death, but that didn’t happen. It was obvious that he didn’t want me anywhere near him.


I just hope we can learn to live together because there was no way in hell I was going back to that sorority. I couldn’t move dorms either. They were all full. Fate made this happen; I just knew it!


“Damon?”


He sighed into the darkness. “Go to sleep, Taylor.”


I bit my bottom lip and stirred beneath my blanket. “I can’t.”


“Fuck,” he growled as I watched him roll over and look in my direction even though I couldn’t actually see his eyes. “We’re not going to do this. Just because I’m stuck rooming with you, doesn’t mean we’re friends… or will be friends. You stay over there and I’ll stay over here.”


Damn, that hurt.


“What did I do?” I whispered.


When he left, he was so damn angry with me, but I had no idea what I actually did! Well, okay, maybe making out with Tommy right in front of him wasn’t my best decision, but come on, that was ages ago!


“Go to sleep, Taylor,” he repeated and I rolled my eyes.


“Not going to happen.”


“Jesus Christ!” He boomed and whipped his blanket back as the small bedside lamp illuminated the room. He was glaring over at me.


“I’m sorry,” I said as I sat up too. “Whatever I did. I can fix it.”


He shook his head and looked away from me. “The only way to fix it is for you to fuck off and leave me alone. I told you before I left that I was perfectly fine being the loner. I didn’t ask for you to come barging into my life.”


That irritated me. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up before I marched over to him.


“You can’t tell me that my barging into your life hasn’t been the best thing to happen to you!” I was shaking and about to cry again. Damon coming into my life has changed everything for the better. It might not seem like that right now, but it was true.


He continued to glare up at me before he licked his lips and looked like he was going to say something. My heart lurched in my chest as I silently begged him to grab me and pull me into bed with him.


Instead, he let out a small chuckle, rolled over, and laid back down as he grabbed the blanket and covered his head.


Tears blurred my vision as I stared down at him. I wanted to scream and sob and shake him until he talked to me, but none of that would fix this.


I turned and sauntered back to my own bed, crawled in, and cried into my pillow as quietly as I could.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.