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“Not even in your dreams, but nice try. The only reason you made it this far is because I was away at the game. Don’t try this shit again,” he growls.
“Wow. You almost sound like you care.” I scoff.
“I do. I already told you this but it seems like I’m going to have to tell you again for the millionth time. There’s no getting away from me. Not now and not ever because you’re it for me, baby,” he says with another wicked smile on his face.
“Just like that, huh?” I question with all the skepticism I can muster.
“No. Not just like that. I guess you could say that these feelings have been building for a while and I just didn’t know what they were,” he tells me.
“Forgive me if I don’t believe a word you say. Weren’t you the one who declared that you’d break me and make me wish I never existed? Or something along those lines. I forgot because there’s been so many threats against me, it’s hard to keep up with them all, you know? Plus, yesterday does not make up for all the shit you did,” I snap, sounding bitter and full of resentment even to my own ears.
“I know. That’s why it’s only the beginning. One way or another, I will earn your forgiveness,” he tells me seriously.
I don’t fucking want to be like this, full of hate and resentment. I’m fucking tired of it all already, but it’s so hard to let go of all the bullshit that happened to me because of one person’s hate and anger no matter how misguided it’s been. Now, because of God knows what, his feelings toward me have changed and I’m supposed to just readily accept that?
I want to slap him in the head because he thinks that just because he says I’m his it will undo all that’s been done. It will erase all the hurt and pain I’ve endured. I’m supposed to just accept his word because everyone else does the same in Riverside. What an idiot!
Bailee’s idea of murdering him is sounding better and better at this moment. He looks at me, giving me a long look—that’s hard to decipher what he’s thinking—before he lets out a sigh.
“I haven’t said it enough but I’m sorry. I’m trying to put that behind us so that we can look forward to our future,” he says and a laugh escapes me. It’s more of a scoff though.
“Put it behind—you’re fucking stupid! You think a few little sorries will fucking make up for everything you broke and destroyed?” I roar at him. His words keep pissing me the hell off. I cock my hand back and punch him in the face for making me so mad. Ow! I’m not going to fucking let him know that hurt me more than it probably did him since my hand is in pain now.
“Did that make you feel better?” he asks dryly.
“No, it didn’t fucking make me feel better. I want to pummel your face!” I snap.
The spoiled asshole is probably used to getting every fucking thing that he wants, so I’m guessing that he thinks his sorry will make up for the fact that he’s ruined me. But oh no, as the seconds tick by, I’m thinking again of how much I hate him.
Which now brings me back to the part where I can admit that he’s fucked my head up in ways I never thought was possible. The asshole is good and knows what he’s doing. As much as I hate him, I also still want him.
He’s trained me—well, fucked me up so well—that I crave him now. Whenever he’s near me, all the voices in my head and all the emotions that overwhelm me when I’m alone, they’re quiet. But the moment he’s gone, they all bombard me again.
The feeling is like living in a constant fucking nightmare and I don’t know how to keep them at bay without him. Well, I do… but that’ll just put me at risk. Though at this phase in my life, I’m tempted to say fuck it and let the chips of life fall where they may.
“Let’s just go. The plane is ready and the faster I get you home, the better I’ll feel,” he says eventually.
“I don’t have a home,” I mutter at him as he grabs my hand and starts to pull me toward the plane.
“Why must you always fight with me? I’m trying here. And you do have a home. It’s at the mansion,” he grunts, sounding frustrated with me. I almost want to smile widely at him. Just knowing that I’ve got his panties in a twist is satisfying.
“I didn’t fucking ask you to try! I can go the rest of my life hating you! Like I said before, you’re the one who’s always coming into my space and not staying away. Don’t fucking forget what you’ve done!” I hiss at him. “As for why I keep fighting you, I could list a million different reasons why I’m like this and they will all be because of you. You think the mansion is my home? It’s not. It’s just a stupid fucking overpriced house and nothing more. The walls of that house raised a monster and I don’t want to turn into one. I’ll leave one day and it will be nothing but a fucking blip in my memory. Like you so eloquently put it, I don’t belong there and I never will.” I finish before storming up the steps of the plane and leaving him at the bottom with my words.
This life is exhausting as fuck!
“Welcome aboard, Miss,” the stewardess greets me as I get to the top.
“Thanks,” I say, not wanting to be rude even though I’m in a pissy mood. “Can I get a glass of vodka?”
“Right away, Miss,” she says with a smile.
I head closer to the back of the plane and take a seat, hoping that Knox will get the message that I want to be alone right now. But no such luck since the asshole walks to right where I am and sits opposite me. I scowl at him but he just smiles at me like we’re playing some sort of fucking game.
But then again, I guess we are if this cat-and-mouse shit we have going on is any indication. One of us pulls and the other pushes. We take turns with that shit like it’s a game of cards or something.
The stewardess comes over a second later and I snatch the glass from her quickly. “Thank you,” I tell her, gripping my glass tightly.
“You shouldn’t be drinking. You have to see the doctor as soon as we get home,” he says and makes a move to get up to take the glass from me.
