Page 130 of Hunter's Revenge
She looks away from the two of us, then marches out. It’s not until the door closes that Malik sits forward and glares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” His gaze becomes sharper.
“Are you serious?” My shoulders almost snap as I flick my palms over.
“Yes, I’m serious.”
I blow out a ragged breath. I’m not going to allow him to sit there and look at me as if I’m crazy. Or in the wrong. I know I’m not. “First, you go away for ten days, and I hear nothing. I’m just expected to sit and wait. Then you sit there, ignoring me while you’re in some conversation with your maid that I don’t understand.”
“And you think it’s okay to lose your shit with my staff?” He raises his brows.
“You think what she did was okay?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“It’s because it’sher, isn’t it? That’s why you’re being so defensive,” I snap. “I saw you last night.”
“You saw me what?” His eyes narrow.
“Withher. I saw you going into the room with her last night. Did you sleep with her? Is that where you were all night?”
I hate it that he chooses this moment to give me that mocking smirk.
Yes, I know how I sound. Like the jealous brat of a wife.
Like he’s broken me.
Like I’ve actually fallen for him and hearing he slept with Kelly would hurt me deeply.
Wouldn’t it?
Is that why I couldn’t sleep?
Is that why I hurt with everything else?
He leans forward so we’re breaths apart. “Malyshka, didn’t you practically tell me I could fuck anyone I wanted to?”
Oh God… he did sleep with her.
The stress of everything rolls into one giant ball and implodes in my chest. The detonation pushes my reasoning out of my mind, and my immediate reaction is to grab the closest thing to me, which happens to be a glass of orange juice.
When I shove the glass and the juice splashes all over his face, then trickles onto his expensive clothes, I feel nothing like what I did weeks ago when I slapped him. I don’t fear the repercussions or the punishment, and I wouldn’t care if he spanked my ass like he did before.
I simply don’t care.
“I’m not doing this with you.” The numbness stays with me when I stand, yank my wedding and engagement rings off my finger, and throw them in his face.
He seemed pretty calm up until that point, but the moment my rings clink against the marble floor, he gets up so fast the chair tips over and the glass closest to him falls and smashes.
“Not doing what with me, Gwen?” His face darkens, and there’s a fierceness in his eyes that awakens my terror.
I find my voice and back away. “I want to go home. There’s no reason for you to keep me here and treat me like shit.”
Malik knocks the cup of coffee off the table. It joins the smashed pieces of glass.
I step back, and he bounds forward, knocking the other chair to the ground.
My instinct puts me in flight mode, and I ready myself to run, but if I’ve learned nothing else about this man, I’ve learned that I’ll never be able to run away from him.