Shikari
The loft is a mirror image of the place Birsha and I shared together five years ago. I walk around the loft in shock, everything was exactly the same. The blankets, throw pillows, and even the small bonsai tree I had sitting on the coffee table that we had picked up on one of our vacations. “Why the fuck would he do this?” I ask more to myself than Alexia.
“Birsha said he thought it would make you more comfortable. I told him that you have probably changed a great deal since that time, however like I said before. He does what he wants.”
I snort in response, knowing that she is right. He is bullheaded and when he thinks he is right about something he will do it regardless of what anyone says. I used to find that confidence sexy, looking around this loft I find it annoying as hell. This man is fucking nuts and has gone off the deep end.