EXCERPT:
If you were uncomfortable around me, sweetheart, you wouldn’t be here right
now.”
“I’m here to kick your ass, not fuck you.”
“You’re here because, regardless of my paying for you, there’s nowhere else
in this world you’re supposed to be.”
I know he’s right, but the tug in my heart that wants me to move closer is
still clouded by my anger.
“You might own my heart, Aaron Stone, but that doesn’t give you the right
to abuse it. It doesn’t mean you get to decide what I do, who I see, who I
sleep with, where I work. I’m not your employee or someone who even gives a
crap if you get your own damn way or not. It doesn’t mean you get to throw
your money around until I see things your way and give in to you the way
everybody else does!”
“Then please enlighten me as to what it does mean.”
“It means if you’re sorry, you man the hell up and stop hiding behind your
money. It means you *show *me you’re sorry, because right now, all I see is
a man unwilling to admit his mistakes.” I put my own hands on the table and
lean into him. Our breaths mingle as his eyes flick to my lips, and mine to
his, before our gazes crash into each other’s. “And for a man so confident
and powerful, it’s not a good look for you.”
“Insults now?”
“No, the truth. Isn’t it a bitch?”
He runs his thumb along my jaw, sending an electric current across my skin,
and cups it softly. “Do you want to know what is a bitch? It’s seeing you
here, touching you, and knowing there’s a part of you that doesn’t want it.
It’s looking into your eyes and seeing contempt mixed with a slither of
hatred because of what I did to you. It’s knowing you only belong to me by
default. That’s the real fucking bitch here—that I lost you.”
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