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I whirled on him, shoving at his chest. “No. You stop, I have somewhere to be.”
I tried moving again, but this time, his arms came around my middle and he lifted, pulling me against his chest.
“I can see that you’re upset.”
“I’m not. I just have somewhere to go,” I lied, heaving clouds of white as the frost laced my worries.
His lips came next to my ear. “Nothing happened. I slept alone.”
“I. Don’t. Care,” I bit out, pulling at his hands.
Finally free, he released me. “You do care. I can see it in your eyes. You care the same way that I care.”
I practically barked out the laugh caught in my chest. He was such a liar.
“You don’t care.”
He stepped closer, so close my back was pinned to the truck. “I care about every eye that lands on you. Every breath that’s inhaled your scent. Every smile given to you, every hand that’s ever touched you. I care, Daisy. Too fucking much if we’re being honest.”
Anger and hurt, along with longing, tangled in my chest. I tilted my chin in defiance.
“I care that you were rude to me about the files. Treated me like shit for no reason. That’s what I care about, Killian. Who warms your bed, or sucks your flaccid cock doesn’t bother me.”
His smile was feral and lethal. “Flaccid, huh? Sounds like someone remembers our little trip home that night. If you remember me talking about that, then surely you recall how you begged to touch me, and how you straddled my?—”
“Stop.” I turned and reached for the handle again, and his hands locked onto my hips, right as someone called for him.
“Prez, we need to go over a few things before the meeting.” Giles began running toward us.
Killian’s jaw locked in place as he searched my features.
“This isn’t over, Daisy.”
I brushed his touch off and climbed into the truck and pulled away from the club. The rearview mirror provided a glimpse of his thundering expression, but I shifted it, so the reflection lowered.
My thoughts were messy as I drove.
He said he cared, but why was he so possessive of my body, while regarding my heart so apathetically? I did care about who he was with, which is why my feet carried me outside so swiftly. I couldn’t bear the image of a girl traipsing down after him, wearing little to nothing, or worse, one of his shirts. My heart would crack in half, and the understanding of how much power he held over me angered me.
For months I was fine with seeing him flirt with other women. The minor sting to my pride, and dull ache in my heart was all manageable.
Then he went and crossed the line he’d drawn himself in the sand. He’d touched me repeatedly, said things that had wrangled the beast in my chest into submission, until my heart only wanted him. I’d been in denial and embarrassed by his dismissal three months ago, but now…it was unbearable.
There was no way to undo this feeling, and I loathed my lack of respect for myself. My standards might as well be lying on the floor with how much sense it made. He was a shadow within my own, a hammer in my pulse, a chord of music thrumming against my veins. He was all the things I was always so completely horrified to ever allow in.
I was in love with the wolf.
I knew he was dark, broody and mean. He handled me with sharp edges and claimed me with vicious intent, and yet, I craved him. I needed the piece he kept hidden, the beating heart under his thick exterior, his walls that he kept so secure. I wanted to sneak inside and destroy him the way he had ruined me.
The coffee shop arrived abruptly, and my navigation was all turned around, so I had to loop the block to park in the back. I sniffed and swiped at my eyes at a few random tears that had crept free.
Then I was swinging in through the back door of The Drip.
Natty was huddled over a butcher block, dusted with flour. Her hair was swept up into a top knot, a white apron was tied around her midsection. A few other employees were milling about but didn’t pay me any mind.
“Hey, Natty,” I said softly, coming to her elbow.
She turned a bright smile at me. “Laura!”
