Chapter 326

I like this apartment; it somehow seems like I have been here before even though I have never laid eyes on it. I love the open space and simple furnishings. Nothing overly showy or flashy, nothing fussy. Just enough to feel comfy and relaxed in a way that invites you to come in and lounge your cares away. It’s peaceful and feels like home, even though I’m a stranger within its walls.

It’s no surprise I like it though; one thing I found when making the club gorgeous was that Lexi and I have a similar taste in décor, and we gel well in terms of style. We can argue about most things, but we never argued over styling choices.

I waste no time in sinking into the hot bath and letting my weary bones blend with the water, turning my limbs to fluid weightlessness. I exhale with relief at the comforting feel of hot liquid overtaking my skin as it submerges and slides over all the little marks and grazes littering the surface, cleansing them of grime and blood. Stings and nips becoming numb as I adjust to the heat and sigh heavily to let all my woes go.

I needed this so badly, just to reset and calm down.

It smells like rose water, courtesy of the maid no doubt as it’s hardly an Alexi smell, and the bubbles surround my face, blocking out all thoughts for a moment as I just revel in this kind of perfection. I use my foot to turn the tap off when the water brims to the very highest edges of the bath and just sink, allowing my bum to lift off the bottom as I’m suspended, floating in relaxation.

Not that overflow would be an issue with a fully tiled floor and a drain in the centre. There is an open shower across from me so I’m guessing this is a wet room and often gets a drenching when he uses it. I’m shocked he has a tub at all as he does not seem the type to use one.

I allow myself to float for a bit, lifting my bum up enough to feel as though I’m being carried on a cloud of bubbles, and close my eyes. So overwrought and anxious inside still, even if it’s deep and not so apparent and I try to let it go as my body unfurls.

All the stress and emotion that was overwhelming me seeps out from my body and drifts away. I only wish my mind would follow suit and I try to blank out the many thoughts and feelings still tormenting one another in the background, causing the twisted tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel like my insides are on a wash cycle and I know it’s down to the fear of how he will be when he arrives, even if I’m not actively pondering it now.

I stare at the ceiling, submerged to my temples and ears and let myself lie out straight so I’m fully suspended in the hot bubbles, far from touching the sides, even if I cannot let my mind flow so easily into relaxation. I close my eyes, exhale slowly so my body and face sink into the water and completely submerge myself to blot the world out. Like slipping into another dimension, or through clouds peacefully to another world below. I just disappear from the surface without barely a trace.

My ageless method of truly trying to let it go for a few minutes.

Sinking to the bottom gracefully until the hard base catches me from my floating realm, letting it all go, and focusing on the steady beat of my heart. My mind distracted with keeping my breath. The noise of the water pressure in my ears always did the trick for me when I was young and needed an escape. It’s hard for your mind to keep fretting when your body launches into survival mode and focuses on not drowning as you stay in the depths for as long as your lungs can handle.

I always used this when I couldn’t find relief any other way. I stay under for as long as my lungs allow; until they burn and my throat aches with the need to inhale. I let my hands and legs do as they please, just motionless, blocking out everything while I listen to that loud bubbling pressure around me and it blots all my woes and troubles out.

Just bubbles, heartbeat and weightlessness. Caught in a timeless watery world where stress gives me a little respite.

It’s only a couple of minutes of true freedom and solitude before I push myself up to take a much-needed breath, gasping dramatically because I pushed myself to the utter brink of not being able to breathe like I always did. Lungs burning with the effort. I swipe the water, diluted makeup and bubbles off my face with my hands, sliding it back over my head to smooth my drenched hair flat. Inhaling and gasping the oxygen I was depriving myself. Sitting up, pulling my knees up to steady myself and revelling in the after-effects of my self-levelling therapy technique. Feeling calmer and refreshed somehow.

“You still do that?” The voice makes me jump, body flinching, and I scramble to cover my breasts with my palms, looking towards the uninvited figure propped against the door frame. Heart almost ripping out of my rib cage in fright when my blurry vision settles on a foreboding body in black. Stifling a yelp with the sudden shock of his appearance.

‘Alexi! You scared me.’ I gasp, as all warmth leaves my body and my blood once again runs cold with impending terror.