Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) by D H Sidebottom Read Free Book Online Page A

snapped my eyes to his, not daring to breathe. His chest heaved as he looked straight into the core of me. “I wanted so much with you, baby. I wanted to give you so much.” He shook his head, pain taking over again, pushing the softness away as anger took control. “But I couldn’t, I can’t.”
    He wasn’t making sense but I continued to just stare at him, the water cascading over both of us, water dripping down my face, most likely ruining my hair and my make-up. “
    “You hurt me, Ink. So fucking much.”
    “Daniel…”
    “Fucking hell!” Boss’s voice boomed through the bathroom. I stiffened as Daniel grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath, a glimpse of regret forcing a blank look to seep into his gaze. “Go get ready, Zo,” Boss ordered as he slid his face round the glass partition. “I’ll sort this twat.”
    Daniel held my eyes for a moment longer before slowly moving them to Boss. “I can fucking wash myself, what the hell is wrong with you people?” His temper rose, his eyes now narrowing on me. “Who are you, my mother?”
    I blinked at him, feeling the bite as though he had physically slapped me, shocked by his disgust.
    “Don’t take it out on Zoe, you prick,” Boss growled, taking my hand and leading me out of the shower and handing me a towel. “Go on,” he gestured to me with a tilt of his head towards the door. “Go.”
    I nodded, pulling the towel around my shoulders. “Boss,” I said quietly as I pulled open the door and turned back to him. He swung his gaze to me and cocked his head. “Something’s wrong.” He frowned at me. “With Daniel,” I explained, “Something has happened. He hasn’t done this on purpose.”
    “Has he said something?”
    I shook my head and sighed, “He doesn’t need to. I know him, I can read it in his eyes.”
    He stared at me curiously for a moment before he nodded. “Okay.”
    I nodded in return, urging him to help the broken man that was stood still, shoulders low, face lower under the river of cold water, his devastation as loud as the batter of deluge on the tiled floor.
    Sneaking a quick glance through the glass, Daniel’s hands palmed the wall and the silhouette of his forehead pressing against the wall broke my heart. I turned and pulled the door closed, hoping the privacy would allow Daniel to divulge to his friend what was tormenting him.
    My soul wept when I heard Daniel’s choked cry before frantic sobs sounded from behind the door. Each of the women in the room turned to look, seeing me standing there, water dripping from me, my soaked hair glued to my wet face, my underwear hiding nothing.
    “Zo?” E questioned. “What’s happened?”
    “I have no idea,” I replied. “He never opened up to me and I don’t expect him to now.” My insides twisted at that thought, knowing my words to be true, their truth hurtful.
    My brow furrowed harder as Jen reached out and took the towel from me, proceeding to dry me off when she noticed my helplessness. “Give him time,” she whispered.
    “I always did,” I replied truthfully and painfully. “And that never got me anywhere either.”

    I STARED AT Mr and Mrs Donnelly as they twirled around the dance floor, some random soppy song blasting from the orchestra in one corner of the room. Who the hell had an orchestra play at the wedding party? The music was getting on my nerves, its incessant screech reverberating around my head, worsening the dull thump that had developed an hour ago.
    The room was heaving, bodies squashed everywhere. I sat in the dark corner, shifting between episodes of sleep, squinted observation and hunting for Zo. She looked so beautiful, in her pretty blue dress, the colour matching the deep blue of her eyes. The full pink pout of her lips calling out to me, the cascade of blonde hair down her back heightening her perfection. I had attempted to release her hair from the knot she’d had it in. I loved her hair loose, the way it framed her face