“Sign them, and I’ll let you go,” I said.
She raised her brows at me. “You’re nuts.”
I shrugged. “If you want to leave here, you sign them. We file them. You divorce him. You’re free.”
“And how will you prevent me from returning to him and remarrying him?”
I sat forward. “Because you’ll marry me instead. I’ll put my baby inside you.”
She shook her head and got to her feet.
“What?” I called out.
Sure, the idea was shit, but I was desperate. I was really hoping she remembered how good my dick was and would come running back at the opportunity to have it again.
She paused and breathed in deeply. “Let me say this plainly to you, OK?”
I nodded.
“I would marry you, then I would find Anson, fuck him, and send you the video to watch. That’s how much I want him over you.”
I swallowed hard.
“Harsh,” I mumbled, looking at my hands as I rested my elbows on my knees. “That’s fucked up.”
She said nothing.
I looked back at her.
“I understand I’m an asshole,” I said softly. “I know this is crazy. I’m aware I fucked up.” I paused and swallowed. “I was worried about you, Rosalie. I was. Every single news article or story lately has been about you being scared. I didn’t like that. I have this overwhelming urge to protect you. The years didn’t make it stop. If anything, they made it worse.”
She said nothing as she stared at me.
I breathed out and continued. “I’m not your stalker. I don’t know who that person is. I’m just the guy who is still head over heels in love with you. I’m just an idiot who doesn’t think before he acts. I’m sorry.”
“Can you let me go?” she asked softly.
I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered.
“Why?”
I said nothing and looked back at my hands. She came and kneeled in front of me.
I closed my eyes as she cradled my cheek. Her touch opened the floodgates I’d been fighting to keep closed for so long. The tears rolled down my cheeks as she continued to hold me.
“You can’t keep me here forever,” she whispered.
“I know,” I said thickly. “I just… can you give me two weeks? Please? Just two weeks with you. If you still hate me after that, I promise to let you go. I just… I need the two weeks.” I looked up at her, still crying silently.
She thumbed my tears away, a look on her pretty face I’d seen her use on E before when he was going through his shit.
It was fucking pity.
She pitied me.
“Don’t pity me, Rosebud,” I whispered. “I know I’m a fucking mess, but don’t pity me.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re screwing everything up so monumentally fabulously.”
