“Touche,” she whispered.
“Juliet...” I started, debating whether I should say this or not.
“What is it, lover?”
I had to say it. I needed her to know.
“Iwillhave you. One day. That’s non-negotiable. You will be mine.”
She cocked her head to the side. “I know,” she told me.
She didn’t know. She just thought she did. But I was going to show her. I wasn’t like other men. I didn’t do half measures. I wanted all of her. And I would have it. An image of my father flashed in my head.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed thoughts of him away. I would not be like him. I wouldn’t. This was different. Juliet was different. She’d stepped into my world. I hadn’t forced her into my life.
She approached me first. She flirted with me, teased me, challenged me. She claimed me first. And there would be no going back. She thought she understood what it meant to be mine. She didn’t. But I would show her what it meant. Soon.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Same time tomorrow night?”
“Actually...” she drawled. “Something has come up at work that’s going to take up a lot of my time for the next few days.”
“Need help with anything?” I asked, already knowing her answer.
“No. But thank you for asking. I’ll check in when I have time.”
This felt like she was trying to end things. Like she was trying to distance herself from me.
“Do you know how many days you’ll be offline?”Damn, I hated how desperate I sounded.
“I’m not sure. If things go well, maybe two days. If they don’t, maybe two weeks. I’ll check in if I can.”
“No more lunch challenges, huh?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“I’ll try to squeeze one in when I can, just to keep you on your toes.”
Yeah, she was trying to distance herself from me. Not happening.
“Don’t try to run from me, Juliet.”
“What are you talking about, Romeo?”
“Just remember, you entered my world. Not the other way around.”
“I know, lover. I have to go now. Goodbye, Romeo.”
Please... don’t leave. Don’t end this.
“See you later, Juliet.”
She logged off, and the video chat box disappeared. I remained where I was, staring at the screen.
“I’m a fucking idiot,” I groaned, staring up at the ceiling.
What the fuck was I doing? I was lying in bed, hand and fucking stomach covered in my cum. I was alone, missing a woman who’d ended our chat as soon as she’d gotten what she wanted.
Used. I felt used.
I’d never felt used before. A chuckle escaped me.
