I make a frustrated sound and storm out of the dining room. I take the stairs two at a time and make it to Asch’s bedroom right as he’s closing the door. I get my foot between the door and the frame to prevent him from shutting it on me.
He stares at me, and for a moment, I think I see something fragile in his expression. Then his expression hardens. “What the fuck do you want? I already loaded the dishwasher.”
“You don’t get to ignore me,” I hiss at him. My entire body is vibrating with suppressed anger. At Asch, at Pandora, at fucking Ezio for trying to undermine me.
“I get to do whatever I want,” Asch retorts. “I’m not your bitch anymore. Now move. Some of us actually need to study.”
“Why? It’s not like your scholarships are merit based,” I answer viciously.
He huffs out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, well. I’ll need good grades so I can transfer to New Valence U next year when those ‘scholarships’ run out.”
No.
No, Asch doesn’t get to leave me.
Not yet.
I was prepared to let him go after we graduated, when I was sure Asch’s future was assured.
“NVU?” I say with a laugh. “Go there and your prospects are working as some low ranking salesman for the rest of your life. Nobody goes to NVU.”
“And what’s my other option? Stay here?” His smile is nasty. “Withyou?”
Yes.
No.
Fuck, I have no idea what I even want.
I push the door open wider and take a step inside.
Asch scowls and gets in my way.
“We both knowyou’rethe one who wants me,” I say. “That’s why Pandora even pulled that little stunt, right? How easily you folded for her.”
I should be more upset that they’d fucked me.
The only thing I’m mad about is that Pandora is fucking toying with Asch.
He narrows his eyes at me. “At least she doesn’t lie to me,” he retorts. “That’s more than I can say of you.” He rakes a hand through his already tousled hair. “Now get out of my face.”
There’s nothing else for me to say, no words I can think of that would make Asch back down.
Well, two words might change his mind, but there’s no fucking way I’d ever say them.
Bouchards don’t apologize.
I grip the edge of the door and glare at Asch.
Then I notice something else.
A scratch along his neck. Long and thin and fresh.
My jaw drops. “Did you fuck her?”
He lifts his head, staring steadily at me. “Yeah. Got a problem with that, too?”
“Yes,” I snap. “You sure changed your tune fast. After what she did to Tate, to us, you’re still willing to dip your cock in her?”
