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me the evidence. “Want to taste?” she invited.

The visual alone caused me to have to bite back a moan, but the invitation made my mouth

water. She was playing with me. I wanted to turn away. I should have turned away, but I couldn’t. Her

body was too beautiful, a work of art. I’d imagined her coming to me like this a countless number of

times over the years and here she was. A part of me didn’t even care that it was all a part of a sick

game she was playing. She was naked, and I was torn. I wanted to be angry at her, but I felt that I

deserved this.

She stepped close, so close we breathed the same breath. On her tip toes she pressed against

me. I let her kiss my neck. I almost lost myself in the feel of her lips against my skin. It was hard to

do, but I stopped her, shoved her away.

She laughed and reached for me again. “Don’t you want me?”

She had no idea how much I wanted her, but not like that. Not after she’d told me what

happened and not with memories of another man fresh in her mind. I wouldn’t allow her to use me. I

laughed at my own thoughts, her using me. It was ridiculous. I was forcing her to be here.

“Go take a cold shower.” I gave her my back.

I returned to the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I placed my bowed head in my hands, cast

my eyes to the floor and thought about yesterday when she was happy. She’d been laughing and

smiling at me. It made me feel better, but only for a moment. Sounds of something crashing startled me

out of the moment. I looked up to find the tablet I’d given her in pieces on the floor next to the

bathroom door.

F I F T E E N

A bark of laughter escaped his mouth. It was not the reaction I was expecting after throwing a

tantrum and breaking his expensive tablet. It took the wind out of my sails. I wondered if I’d pushed

him too far. Would he retaliate?

So much for behaving myself. I was doing everything that I said I wouldn’t do. I was supposed

to be cooperating. It had been easy to do so far. I wasn’t pretending to be happy the past couple of

days. I had gotten content with being there.

I found out that I enjoyed talking to and spending time with him. But, no, he couldn’t be happy

with my acquiescence. He had to pick, prod and poke. So, what if I wanted to keep some things to

myself? I shouldn’t have had to prostrate myself for him. He wanted me here. I was here. He should




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