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“You should have talked to me about it.”
Andre shakes his head. “No. You would have told me I couldn’t do it.”
That stops me. “And you would’ve listened?”
Andre’s lips press into a thin line. “Unfortunately, I’m not myself when you’re involved.”
He seems disappointed. He shouldn’t be. It’s not true.
“Maybe you’re only yourself when I’m involved.” I start moving again, closing the gap between us. “And I wouldn’t have told you not to kill him.”
I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t wish death on anyone, let alone knowingly allow it to be carried out.
But I wanted Dr. Marshall to pay for what he did.
More proof that anyone is capable of murder. Even me.
One of Andre’s brows barely lifts. “You would have let me kill him?”
I nod. “Yes.” All these years I tried to be good. Kept ledgers as proof I had value and worth.
I thought everyone was assigned a side of the coin, good or bad, worthy or not, including me.
But I was wrong.
I’m not one sided. Not good or bad.
I’m the whole fucking coin.
And so is Andre.
We’re very different, but deep down we’re both the same.
Which is why I’m so upset with him right now.
“I thought we were a team. I thought you wanted people to see why I was the person you chose to be by your side.” I lean over him, resting my hands on the arms of his chair. “I thought you wanted people to believe that I was yours.”
His gaze sharpens. “You are mine.”
“And what about you?” I wedge one knee into the side of his chair, doing the same with the other as I straddle his thighs, the oversized t-shirt I slept in draping across his lap.
“What about me?”
I run my hands down his chest, flipping open the buttons of his jacket and shoving it aside so I can reach the waistband of his pants. “I’ve decided we need to renegotiate the terms of our agreement.”
Andre and I haven’t discussed the deal we made since that day in the hospital.
We haven’t done much since that day in the hospital.
Andre spends his days in his office, letting me pass every minute at my mother’s side.
Even our nights are apart, him in his bed and me in my mother’s.
I know why he’s doing it.
But it’s making me feel alone again.
And discovering what happened with Dr. Marshall pushed me right over the edge.
