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He pushed back his hair. “Why would I be joking about that? I’m sorry he came over. I didn’t ask him to do that, and it made shit worse.”
He was right about that. It had made shit worse, and done with this shit, his shit, I grabbed my fucking keys from him. I attempted to maneuver around him after that, but he stopped me with his big body.
“Aspen—”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I was keeping my voice down, but one scream and my security would be out here. I didn’t know why I was keeping my voice down, but I was for some reason. I pointed at him. “You left me. You left me by myself after breaking down someone’s door basically naked.”
He’d been mostly naked like that girl at the club, and those images I didn’t fucking want. I wanted to burn my fucking eyes out before I saw them again.
Thatcher twitched. Like he was thrown that I’d actually call his shit out there. He raised a hand. “I know.”
“You know.” I nearly laughed. “You fucking asshole.”
“I know that too. Just?—”
He tried to touch me again, but I gave myself a wide berth. This fucker was not touching me again. It’d been a mistake the first time. All the times. I swallowed. “You scared the shit out of me, then left me in some seedy fucking motel. I didn’t even know where I fucking was!”
I’d gotten a rideshare out of there. I had after I’d gotten myself together. I’d been crying…
I was just so scared, and I wished that’d been just for myself. Thatcher had lost it. He had, and he was covered in blood and had just left like that. It’d been like someone had taken over his body when he had been so kind earlier. He’d been so nice after all the freaky shit we did, but I wanted him to do all that freaky shit. We both had. It’d been fun, then he’d gone insane.
I was shaking in the middle of that hallway, and I knew my security wouldn’t come. I’d shouted at Thatcher, but I’d whisper shouted. Like I was protecting this guy from repercussions when he clearly didn’t give two shits about me. He left me, then tonight I found him at a party with some girl all over him.
Thatcher threaded his hands above his head. “I knew you were okay.”
How could he know? How could he possibly? I shook my head. “You’re a dick.”
“Maybe, but I knew you were okay. You were okay.” He nodded to himself. Like he knew or something. He wet his lips. “Anyway, I’m sorry about that too.”
He was sorry about that too… now, after being prompted, he was sorry. My jaw moved. “And I suppose you’re also sorry that you ghosted me. Oh, and really sorry that you fucked some chick at a rave tonight, which I saw because I went to that rave looking for you because I was worried like a goddamn idiot.”
His blue eyes zoomed in my direction. His hands dropped. “You were at the rave?”
That was all he said. He didn’t deny the accused fucking or anything.
You really are an idiot.
I got some weird emotional attachment to my stalker, my kidnapper. It was textbook Stockholm syndrome and had to have happened just because this dude fucked me well.
I backed off, backed away, but his one step took three of mine. His throat flicked. “Aspen, I didn’t fuck that girl.”
And like I could believe him? Like I should care enough to believe him, but I did. I fucking did. Again, I was an idiot. I raised and dropped my hands. “I don’t care what you do, Thatcher.”
“Well, you should. Aspen—” He got my arms, but I worked them away. He lifted his hands. “I know what that probably looked like, but I swear nothing happened. I just… I just needed a night to get fucked up. To get high, and that’s the only reason I went to the rave. That’s the only thing I did at the rave.”
And get drunk, but he failed to mention that. He’d clearly been stumbling earlier.
He released a large breath. “Things have been stressful lately. Things at home, and then all that the other night… The other night with you…” He cringed. “I swear nothing happened with that girl.”
“You swear.” I pressed my hands together, touching them to my mouth. It was the only thing I could do not to lose it, cry. I faced him. “It doesn’t matter if you swear because I don’t give a shit. I don’t, so you can go get fucked up, Thatcher. You can go get stoned out of your mind for all I care, and you can fuck whoever you want because I. Don’t. Care.”
It was lies, point-blank.
But I made them sound like they weren’t.
There was no waver in my voice, and I stood tall when I got in his face. I stood confident. My throat thickened, tightened. “You wanna know why I don’t care, Thatcher? Because you’re insane, but you also happen to fuck me really well. You do, so I overlooked that, but I don’t want anything more to do with your psycho ass.”
He didn’t cringe. The guy didn’t even wince in front of me. In fact, those blue eyes darkened and went so cold I nearly wavered. I nearly backed down because they reminded me of the last time I truly feared him. I feared his capabilities because I didn’t know the extent of what those were. I didn’t know what was inside this guy.
