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“Get out of my way.”

“No.”

“What’s your problem? You don’t control where I go.”

“You’re my problem.” I shoved him back when he tried to use force to get past.

“What the fuck did I do?” Aspen searched my face like I’d have any sort of rational answer.

“Why are you trying to go out like that?” I said, hearing how unhinged I sounded.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d really lost the plot, but I couldn’t stop myself either. I knew he’d end up fucking someone if he went out looking like that, especially with the mood he was in. I knew him well.

“You know why.” He said it like he relished the fact, confirming it so easily, and it made me angrier.

“No.”

“You’re not my father.”

My jaw hung slack. “I’m not saying—”

“No? You trying to be Daddy, then? Is that what you want?” The words carried so much spite.

Horror struck me, and it left me speechless. Not because I was opposed but because I didn’t know what had come over him. “I wasn’t trying to restrict you.”

“No? You’re sure acting like it. But I’m happy to defy my father, and you don’t get to control me because you’re still bound by the limiting beliefs of yours.”

I closed my eyes, grabbing a fist full of his shirt. “It’s so much more than that.”

“That’s your journey, but I’m not letting it stop me any longer.” Aspen aimed his words straight to the heart, and I felt each dagger.

“I don’t want to hold you back.” Pain laced in my words.

“If you won’t fuck me, someone else will.”

This time, when he shoved past me, I let him.

I turned to say something, but no words came. He hesitated, and his head dropped forward to hang. Neither of us spoke for a long moment.

Then he pulled open the door and was gone.

There was a time when I would have destroyed the room. I’d done it before. We’d ruined a few hotel rooms in fits of rage. I paced instead, wearing a path in the floor. I pulled at my hair. I changed to go for a walk, then reconsidered and got ready for the gym, but that wouldn’t work either.

I knew the only way this would be resolved was facing him, and maybe that would end in me beating the shit out of anyone who looked his direction. Maybe it would end in the two of us trading blows.

But I had to do it.

* * *

After visiting both bars on this side of the island, rage built in my chest. He wouldn’t have left. Curfew wasn’t for an hour.

Could he have already gone back to someone’s room? The urge to burn the island to the ground to find him raged through me. Room by room, set it ablaze and then rip the dick off any guy who touched him. But since I currently had a lack of gasoline and matches, and a strong doubt they’d be on my approved buying list with the whole anger management thing, I had to come up with a way to find him.

Which brought me to the security office.

“You can’t be in here.” The nerdy guy behind the monitors stood and backed up like I was going to beat him up or something.

I stared at him. “Are you serious?”

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