Enya pov

I wake up alone.

I rub my eyes and slowly take in my surroundings, but Vince isn't around. As I climb out of bed, fear overtakes me. What if Vincent regrets what we did and left so he wouldn't be constantly reminded of his bad decision. What if he didn't want to mark me but realised that far too late?

The scenarios run through my mind as I rush to the bathroom, still holding onto the tiny bit of hope that he woke up early and needed to freshen up. But nothing. What is it with that man that he always gets what he wants and leaves me...