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Something crackles between us as we stare at each other, but at no point do I attempt to remove my hand.
That is until her lips part and she sinks her teeth into my middle finger.
“Fucking bitch,” I grunt, pulling it away and inspecting the damage.
“Get the hell out.” Her voice is weak, and I’ve no idea if that’s because she’s too emotionally exhausted to deal with me or because she doesn’t really mean it.
Either works in my favor right now.
“Why are you crying?
“None of your business.” She pushes from the door and puts some space between us. She can try all she likes, but her room isn’t all that big, so she’ll have a hard job escaping me. Especially when I know I can get to the door before her.
“Who were you having dinner with?”
“None of your goddamn business. You need to leave. If Mom finds you here, she’ll—”
“She’ll what? Tell me exactly what you think she’s capable of.” I take a step toward her and she takes one back, only she doesn’t get very far because she’s backed herself into a corner. Perfect.
“W-what do you want?”
“I thought I made it clear earlier.”
She swallows and draws my eyes down to her long, slender neck. I bite down on my bottom lip as I close the final bit of space between us.
I stalk towards her and place my palms against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in.
“The only thing you made clear was that you don’t give a shit about anything. That stunt you pulled didn’t impress anyone.”
“That wasn’t a stunt, Princess. I don’t set out to impress anyone. Like me, hate me, I really don’t give a shit.”
“That’s a shame, because I really fucking hate you.”
Chapter Eight
Remi
Ace stares at me, indifference glittering in his eyes.
He means it.
He really doesn’t care.
The things people say about him, what they whisper when he walks past them down the hall, how they point and stare like he’s an exhibit at the zoo.
I envy him.
I tell myself I don’t care, that their opinions of me mean nothing, but it’s a bitter pill to swallow when I used to be them.
Every day, I tell myself Michaela is welcome to my father and his cheating scumbag ways, but I’m the daughter left to watch from the sidelines while they play happy families.
Every second of every minute, I tell myself none of it matters, but I know it’s a lie.
“You’re saying one thing, Princess...” He leans in, running his nose along my jaw. A shiver works through my body. God, why does he affect me so much? Perhaps it’s because you’ve never been touched like this.
“But your body is telling me something different.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” My voice quivers, betraying me. Ace must hear it, because a smirk graces his devastatingly rugged face.
