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“And it’s fucking hell.”
“You’re giving me mixed signals,” I unthinkingly blurt out, completely fed up.
He grimaces.
“Everything was going great between us, especially at the cabin. We jumped in the lake, and had dinner under the stars. You told me a few funny stories about your childhood, and I told you my story, about my parents. Then, out of nowhere, you turned on me.”
I stare at him, disgusted, shooting him daggers with my eyes.
He lowers his head. “I know.”
“You told me that you want me to be your Submissive, only your Submissive. You told me you wanted me to obey you, to give in, and that’s exactly what I’ve done. And, in the end, I’ll go back home with one-hundred thousand dollars.”
I silence myself.
Once he’s noticed my hesitation, he nods. “Say it.”
“If it wasn’t for the money at the end of this, I’d already be gone.”
Conflicted, and guarded, he leans back in his chair. I’m sure I’ve struck a nerve from the look in his eyes.
“You hate me. Don’t you?”
His question comes out quiet, gentle. It leaves me more than confused, watching such a dominant man become so defeated, so concerned, when I didn’t even believe he was capable of emotions.
“A part of me does,” I softly admit. “And, another part of me doesn’t. Can you blame me?”
He leans forward, resting his arms on the table. “I was wrong for going about it the way that I did. I was wrong, Sasha.”
“Liar,” I dryly mutter.
“I’m not lying.”
“As if your words mean anything to me.”
His expression becomes masked, completely unreadable. From the way he’s staring at me from across the table, it leaves me uneasy. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking. I don’t have the slightest idea on what to expect next.
“That. That is what I miss. The old you,” Jaxon says. “I thought I wanted you to be my perfect Submissive. I honestly did. I’ve realized now, that’s not what I want. You’ve changed so much, too much, and I’m responsible for it. I don’t want you to feel this way anymore.”
Holding my head high, I can’t help becoming defensive.
“I’m fine the way I am,” I press, concentrating on the flickering candle between us. “I feel better than I have in years.”
“Now look who’s lying.”
“You know so much about me, don’t you, Jaxon?” I retort, sarcasm thick in my tone. “Yet, I still know so little about you.”
“Five minutes.”
Flashing him an eager stare, my breathing quickens. “What?”
“You have five minutes to ask me anything.”
My heart begins to hammer at the thought. “Anything?”
“Yes.” Jaxon observes his Rolex, taking note of the time, before our eyes lock. “Anything.”
“Right now?”
