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My heart clenched inside my ribcage. I didn’t have any answers. She never felt like nothing to me, but every other thing Salvatore said was true.
He knew me.
So, as I left Vista, I wondered if he was right about Priscilla.
I didn’t go straight home after Vista. I should have, but I didn’t. I knew seeing Priscilla so soon would not make any of us good. I needed to clear my head first.
She was nothing to me.
She didn’t have any value.
I tried to repeat those words inside my head. I tried to see what Salvatore was seeing. I tried to see her game. It was always a game with us. I needed to understand what she was doing in order to win.
I always won.
Drinking was not a good strategy for my plan, but that was what I did. My clear head couldn’t find a way to see Priscilla as nothing. I needed the fog of alcohol. That is why I drank at a bar, and when it was late enough, and Dario informed me that Priscilla was asleep, I went home to drink. I tried to see her as what she was supposed to be.
Just a vessel for my heir.
Just a warm body to use when my cock aches.
Just a way to a truce.
This time I wanted to punch myself for thinking of her as those things. My heart burned, my stomach turned, and at this point, I knew it was not because of the alcohol. It was because of me.
What did she do to me, really?
I took a swig from my whiskey, looking at the electronic fireplace in our living room. Then I heard faint footsteps. I didn’t need to look back. I knew she was there. I knew she was there to ruin me.
I needed to resist. I needed to win.
She exhaled a deep breath. “Thank God it is you.”
My head moved away from the fireplace. My body was mostly turned towards her. She was at the threshold wearing white shorts and a matching camisole. Her hair was disheveled from sleep. She looked so fucking beautiful.
I didn’t know what beauty was before I met her.
When I looked at her body, trying not to be amazed by all the soft curves, I realized she was holding a big kitchen knife. “What is the knife for?” I asked with a low voice. It would make grown men piss themselves.
It didn’t do anything to her.
Priscilla looked down at the knife and threw it out like it burned her. “I thought you were an intruder.”
I wanted to rip her head off for believing I would ever allow an intruder in this house.
Yes.
Hold on to the anger.She is nothing to you.
“I missed you,” she said with a soft voice and moved towards me.
“Stop!” I said with a harsh tone. I wanted to be harsh. I wanted to treat her the way she deserved.
I had to win.
Her eyes widened, and she looked very worried. I hated that. “Did something happen?”
I looked at her body again. I remembered how she felt under me, around me.Just a body to use.
