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“They need to be washed. If you hadn’t run away, this wouldn’t be an issue. Now you’re covered in mud and expecting to crawl into Jagger’s bed? How is that fair to him?”
Yeah, I’m a bastard playing her like this. I just don’t give a fuck. She wraps her arms around herself and dips her head, letting her hair fall around her face. I don’t like her hiding from me. So I step closer, happy when her head snaps up.
A flash of fear passes through her eyes, but she masks it well.
“I’ll need your T-shirt too.”
She looks down to find it covered in mud and blood. “Can I have my bag first, please?” She forces the please out through gritted teeth.
“Sorry, it’s not ready yet. But I’m sure I can find you something.”
“Don’t bother. Jagger said I could use his stuff.”
She whirls around and storms to the bedroom. Tossing her pants on the island, I follow behind her. When we get to Jagger’s room, she walks in and tries to close the door behind her.
I shove my hand in and push the door open. “Oh no. You broke any trust I had in you, so until I think you won’t run again, I’m going to be your shadow.”
“Oh my God, I said I wouldn’t run. Lock the fucking door if you don’t believe me. Honestly, if you’re going to hold someone prisoner, that should be the first thing you do. I think you left it open on purpose, knowing I’d try it. Anyone in my shoes would have. You just wanted a reason to punish me.”
I crowd her, making her back toward the bed. “Ah, Astrid. You being here is reason enough. I don’t like you in my home, and I sure as shit don’t like you bringing trouble to my door.”
“What the hell would you have done?” She throws her hands up in the air before dropping them quickly when she realizes she’s flashing her underwear.
“I’d have kept my nose out of other people’s business.”
She scoffs. “Bullshit.”
I grin savagely at her before wrapping my hand around her arm and dragging her into the bathroom.
I release her and turn the shower on before stepping to the side and crossing my arms.
“Shower,” I order her.
She shakes her head. “Not while you’re in here.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
“Fuck you. I’m not getting in until you leave.”
“Is that right?”
I step forward and bend, wrap my arms around her thighs, and toss her over my shoulder.
She yelps before smacking me on the back. I ignore her and walk into the shower, closing the door behind us. I lower her to her feet and block the door with my body.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Get out!”
“Nope. Now strip.”
“No. Not just no, but hell no.”
“Fine. I’ll do it for you.”
“What? No.” She stumbles away from me, but she has nowhere to go.
She presses herself against the wall as I invade her space and grip the hem of her T-shirt.
“Stop it. Get away from me.”
