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A twitch in my cheek alerts me to my mounting anger and the fact that I'm no longer doing anything to disguise it.
Who the hell does she think she is?
She sashays her hips as she walks towards me, stopping right by my desk as she places one hand to support herself on the surface of the table. She leans ever so slightly towards me, pushing her tits in my face.
I pretend to not notice the triumphant smile that tips at her lips as I purposefully glide my eyes down her chest, zoning in on the valley of her breasts before admiring the way her nipples pebble even further against her dress.
She thinks she has me, doesn't she?
For fuck's sake, does she think I'm such a mindless fool that I'll forget everything she's done just because she's flashing her tits in front of me? That I'm so weak I'll let myself be led by my dick despite everything that happened between us?
If she thinks that strategy is going to work, she's sorely mistaken. How could it ever work when it reminds me further of her crimes? By using her sexuality to get a reaction out of me, she's showing me that it's the only thing she has going for her.
God, but how could I have ever thought her innocent? How the hell could I have thought her naïve and pure when she's the furthest thing from it?
I don't answer, merely leaning back in my chair, my eyes narrowed at her as I wait for her to make her move.
Though I can't believe the gall of her, I can't help but feel a little curious as to what she has to say.
"I know I'm likely the last person you want to see now," she starts again, her voice trembling. "And I tried to give you time. I swear to God I tried… But I can't go on like this, Raf. I can't bear the thought that you might hate me… Forever…" she trails off, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
"Whose fault is it, Noelle?" I finally speak, my voice coming out harsh and unyielding.
She blinks, swallowing hard.
"Mine," she whispers as she averts her gaze.
"At least you admit that," I scoff mockingly.
"Will you let me explain, please? Yes, I admit that I behaved badly—that I did bad things. But there's always a context isn't there?" she asks with half a smile, no doubt trying to elicit some sympathy from me. "You can judge me all you want after I tell you what happened, and I will accept whatever you decide. Just…" she licks her lips, her eyes wide and fearful—enough that it makes me wonder if this is all an act or not.
"And do you really think I would believe a word you say, Noelle?"
She flinches at my question.
"Do you think I'd trust you again when all you've told me so far have been lies?"
"I didn't lie…" she's quick to protest before her eyes go wide with realization.
"You didn't lie?" I raise a brow at her, tilting my head and studying her.
She looks so small and frail in that flimsy dress of hers. She might have wanted to come across as sexy and seductive, but the more I look at her, the more I see only one thing—fear.
She's only trying to put on a strong front, but deep down, she's petrified.
My gaze dips to her fingers and the way she fidgets with her nails, digging them in her skin until droplets of blood pool to the surface. It's one of her habits when she finds herself in an uncomfortable situation. That's when I realize that she might be a veritable actress, but she's still human.
The signs of her deceit had been there all along. I'd just been too fucking wrapped up in her to realize—too goddamn blind to anything but my love for her.
"I may have omitted some things, but I didn't lie to you, Raf. I didn't lie to your face," she shakes her head vehemently.
Before I can stop myself, my fingers close around the delicate skin of her neck, gripping tightly as I bring her face close to mine.
"You didn't lie?" I repeat, my tone biting.
She blinks repeatedly, surprised to see the change in me.
"Raf…" she yelps, her arms flailing by her side before her hands come to rest on my wrist, trying to escape my grip.
