And now Nathaniel is here, rubbing it in my face like the cruel, sadistic man he is.Fuckhim. Fuck all of this. Why am I even entertaining his crazy stalker tendencies? He can do nothing to me.
This misery feeds off the black ink inside of me, and I swing. The punch is weakened due to my intoxicated state, but it still makes Nathaniel’s face snap back, his jaw working as he returns his furious gaze to mine.
We stand just like this—panting and glaring—before I give him one hard shove to the chest and slip away.
That man can rot in hell for all I care. He’s rude, malicious, and so audacious that I can’t even pinpoint where the reasoning comes from.
Plus, who insinuates that I force men to sleep with me? I’m hot for Christ’s sake; I don’t need my gift for that. It’s wrong.
And now I’m unsuitable company, angryandhorny.
It’s time to find Susie and get the fuck out of here.
My leg bounces beneath the dining room table. In short, I’m wound up. Tight. The sadness is building and building, right alongside the rage I feel for Nathaniel Barfred.
Not only did Inotget laid last night, but I’m reeling from all his stupid comments.Little Lanny, babydoll, submissive.
A part of me wants to punch him until he can do nothing but wallow in the pain, but the other part? I want to make his everyday life a living hell.
The desire to fuck up his world, to show him just howterribleI can be. Whatever crawled up Nathaniel’s ass that day we first met has made him horrible to be around.
What is he doing in California anyway? There is no way he flew all the way here just to torture me. His little spiel about ‘taking out the trash’ is weak and delusional. If he wants to fuck me, whether out of hate or passion, he should just say that. Making up these excuses about how terrible I am and how he needs to fix it is so lame.
I can see it in his eyes—how badly he wants to rail me. I can feel it in how he touches me. Always so rough yet so desperate.
He’s pathetic. Nathaniel Barfed needs to learn how to ask for what he wants, rather than make excuses.
Not that I’d give it to him. No way. He deserves to suffer.
And the arousal I’m feeling, the idea of him holding me down and making me scream, is not enough to persuade me otherwise.
I think.
Taking another drink of my protein shake, I sigh. My fists are clenched, my expression stuck in a permanent glare.
Iwillavenge myself. I will use the hatred within me that he finds so alluring and seduce him, only to break him.
Then, it will bemetaking out the trash.
“Jesus, what’s gotten you so worked up this early?” Susie asks, appearing next to the table in her work clothes.
“Nothing,” I spit out, turning my glare onto my shake.
She laughs quietly, taking the seat across from mine. “Does this have anything to do with Nathaniel Barfred? I saw him at the club last night.”
My head snaps up, my panicked gaze meeting hers.
“How muchdidyou see?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Not a lot. You guys disappeared from the dance floor while I was getting another drink.”
I almost sigh in relief. I can’t have Susie getting the wrong idea, or worse, reporting any details back to Julian. Not that it would matter—I just fear that he’ll think my feelings for him weren’t genuine.
“Yeah, well, he pissed me off. I didn’t even get laid,” I complain, slamming my protein shake back onto the table.
Susie raises a brow, grabbing the bunch of bananas from between us to snap one off. “Really? It looked likehewas ready to fuck you. Why—”
“Never,” I insist, my blood boiling once more. “He willneverget his hands on me. He…” I imagine him on his knees, broken and crying for mercy. “That bastard doesn’t know what he’s done, what he’s just unlocked.”
