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“I was thinking that maybe you could invite me out to dinner?” And the irony is not lost on me. Never in my life have I asked a guy out and now I’m asking my captor.
His eyes widen in surprise and he looks like maybe he didn’t hear me right but then he does a curt nod. “Eight O’clock sharp,” he says. “We’ll eat in the dining room. Not the kitchen.”
My stomach drops and I rub my forehead in frustration. “That’s not what I meant. Um...what I meant was dinner at a restaurant. As in one that’s in town.”
“Restaurant?”
I nod eagerly and he gets up. “I’ll see what I can do,” he says and I almost lose my balance. I didn’t think he would agree so quickly. He must know that I’m going to try to escape. So, why is he being so nice? There has to be a catch.
And when I notice the possessive glimmer in his eyes, I know that I’m right. There’s definitely a catch.
“However I’m going to want to have something in return,” he tells me.
My breathing picks up. “What’s that?”
He shoves his hands into his pockets and I try not to stare at the trickle of sweat going from the middle of his pecs and sliding down to his abs.
“Answers.”
My breathing normalizes again and I raise my brows because I thought he was going to say something else. “What do you want to know?”
“Your first kiss,” he says, taking me off guard and I blink up at him. “When did you have it?”
That’s what he’s interested in?
“Oh...uh, I must’ve been around fourteen,” I reply and there’s a slight strain to his jawline. Almost unnoticeable and yet it’s undeniably there.
“Were you in love with him?”
“No, not really.” We were too young and it was more like a game.
“What about boyfriends?” he continues and he’s slowly starting to circle me, his eyes dazed like he’s not even aware of what he’s doing and his eyes singe me. He’s looking at me more openly than he usually does and he doesn’t seem to care about hiding it.
“Only one,” I swallow. And we broke up years ago.
“Did you love him?” His voice hardens. “Do you still love him?”
“No,” I answer sincerely, “though once I did think that I did. But...I didn’t.”
“Why not?” His mouth moves in a sneer. “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re a cold bitch.”
I flinch and wrap my arms around me. Maybe Husband is right. Other people do leave me cold.
“He couldn’t understand me,” I murmur. “And when I tried to help him understand, it was me who couldn’t do it.” I look down, expecting to see a frown on Husband’s face, expecting him to maybe ask something more about this lack of intimacy in my previous relationship but instead he rasps,
“Did he fuck you?”
“Is that all you care about?” I blurt but he snaps,
“Answer the question.” He clenches his fists and the veins on his arm protrude. “Did he or did he not fuck you, doll face?”
“Yes!” I lie as humiliation flares in me. “He did. He fuckedyourlittle doll. Happy now?”
A snarl like that of an animal rips out of his throat and he swirls around, beating the punching bag with fist after fist until it, unable to withstand the blows, drops from the hanger. I gawk and my knees wobble.
He points at me in warning, his chest heaving from his ragged breaths and then he points at himself. “That should have been mine. Your first kiss, first boyfriend, first fuck...it all should have been me.”
I stare at him. He makes it sound as if I gave away something belonging to him. Like I stole from him.
