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“You’re curious about more than the number of times. You want to know if while you were throwing a fit in your room like a child, I was in here having a good ol’ time.”
The smile returned. “That might be it.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
“I knew it.”
“Not right away.” The arrogance fell from his face. “But that night I did.”
“Liar.”
It was my turn to be open-mouthed. “I am not lying to you. I don’t make it a habit to lie. I said it was none of your business. Now talk about something else or leave.”
“Do you get off every day? I mean, since you’ve been here. Or, in general?”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m intrigued. I want to know. I’ve never talked to a woman about this before. It’s interesting and I’m bored as fuck. Entertain me.” Before I could answer, he continued on. “So, is it often, or is it because of me? I think you liked being tied up.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“I think you did. Don’t take this as me throwing it in your face. I’m genuinely curious. What about me coming inside of you? Do you get off to that too?”
Heat rushed through my face as my body came alive. “I don’t want to talk about this. Think what you want. You haven’t made any difference in my sexual habits. It boils down to hormones. You’re not as good looking or as irresistible as you might think.”
His face soured. “I told you I don’t fuck around like that.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“I don’t.”
“It’s not my business even if you did.”
Aimon stood, flexing his jaw as he stared down at me. “You keep saying that. Not my business, not my business. It is your business. Whether you like it or not, we’re here together. We fucked. Twice. I don’t do that, Fay. Maybe it’s not a big deal to you, but it is to me. I don’t just give myself to anyone. When I choose someone, it’s for a reason.”
My head shook, confused. “We were drugged, Aimon. That’s the reason. You didn’t choose me; I was convenient. At least the first time. The last was pure revenge on your part, and I accept that. You needed to hurt me, and maybe I needed you to. Clean slate, remember? It’s over. You don’t have to keep making sense of it. It happened. It’s done. You said so yourself.”
One nod. Two. I wasn’t sure what was going through Aimon’s mind, but whatever I said wasn’t sitting right with him. He was angry. Hurt? No. I couldn’t tell, and it was irritating. What was he expecting from me?
“You’re right. Forget it. It’s the isolation. Hell, the entire situation. It’s messing with my head. I can’t think straight. I’m a planner. I like to know what’s going to happen in advance. Here, I’m lost. I can’t prepare for what’s to come. I don’t like not knowing. Especially when I’m being forced into it.”
“It’s unnerving and infuriating.” I tried to keep my tone light. He was already in a bad mood. I didn’t want to make it worse.
“It is. We didn’t ask for this. Now, we may not have a choice. I swore on my life I’d end this line. This,” Aimon said, gesturing to the entire room. “How can a bloodline be so important that you hurt or entrap someone to keep it going? How is that okay?”
I looked down at my hands, taking in his question. “It’s not.”
“Thank you! We’re in agreement about something then.”
The door opening had both of us looking over as Thomas walked in.
“Master Carmelo wishes to see you.”
“Finally.” Aimon only got in a step before the man’s finger pointed to me.
“Oh.” I stood, glancing over in time to catch Aimon’s death stare. I tried to ignore the pressure at my back as I headed towards Thomas at a fast pace. When we made it into the hall, we stayed on the second floor, heading down a few doors before we entered a large space. Master Carmelo was in his wheelchair, his back to us, staring ahead at a window. Surrounding him was levels of books. More than I could probably read in my lifetime.
“Ms. Brexton, Sir.”
