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“And did you not see me push her away.” He takes a challenging step forward. “Did you not see me fucking dying when you were speaking to the motherfucker?”
“So, that’s what this is about? You’re jealous?”
“Yes. And I’m not fucking afraid to admit it.” His voice is vicious as he stares down at me his eyes even more so. The atmosphere is crackling with tension and I’m not sure if I want to smack him or kiss him.
Probably both.
I cross my arms over my chest. "So? What do you want me to do about it? It's a free world, and it's not like our relationship is real anyway."
He looks like he’s in torture. The veins in his neck stand out and his fingers clench as if he’s trying to hold himself back. As if there’s something going on here that is far too intense for him to take.
And then he just breaks.
“Fuck it,” he snarls and his hand is a vice around my waist dragging me to him. I meet him with the same vicious intensity, our lips clashing and melding violently as we kiss. His hand grabs my hair and presses me close as if he wants to inhale me. And I’m not ashamed to say that I’m grabbing him just as intensely, my hands all over his hair and shirt.
And suddenly he rips himself back.
“Fuck,” he curses as his chest rises and falls like a locomotive. He rubs his hand over his face harshly. “Fuck, I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” I ask, breathing hard.
“I’m trying to be a good person here,” he continues like he hasn’t heard me. “Trying to do the right thing and not be a selfish asshole for the first time in my life.”
What the heck is he talking about?But I don’t want to ask. I shouldn’t want to know. I shouldn't even be entertaining this.
“Whatever." I turn to walk away but he grabs me and puts me back in place.
“I’m saying that you don’t deserve to be with me.“
Pain arcs through me. “Arrogant much?”
“No.” He shuts his eyes in frustration. “I’m saying you’re so much better. I’m saying you deserve a fucking prince but I can’t be selfless and let you find that guy. So, I’m going to be that guy.”
I frown at him in confusion. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“I think I fucking love you.”
The words drop like a bomb that shatters everything I know, the shrapnel embedding under my skin. Pain pierces through my shock as I observe the look on his face. He doesn't look like a man in love. He looks... angry.
“You’re lying.”
He hides a bitter laugh. “I wish. God, I wish I could tell you that this was all a big game, but I stopped playing a long time ago.” His eyes drop to my lips. “Or maybe I wasn’t ever playing. Maybe I just told myself that because I knew when the time came I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
Emotions are rioting in me and I don’t know which one to acknowledge.
“We’re going to have to give this a shot,” he says. “Because I think I’ll go crazy if we don’t, and you’ll go crazy too.”
“I’ll go crazy?”
“Yeah. Or are you going to deny you’re in love with me too?”
I try a burst of laughter but it’s false and grating. Still, I continue. “How arrogant. I don’t love you.”
“Don’t deny it. I could see it on your face when Nina kissed me.”
“The fact that I was angry about the disrespect doesn’t mean that I love you. And you certainly don’t love me. I don’t think you’re capable of love.”
He doesn’t look insulted, only contemplative. “I just blew off a billion-dollar client because of you, and I don’t regret it one bit. If that’s not love, what is?"
