Page 30 of King of Kings
“Understandable. Life always has different plans.”
The rest of our conversation stays mostly on work. We don’t venture into things too personal, which I’m grateful for. I’m not ready to share the shit show that is my life with anyone right now.
An hour later, after we’ve paid, we head back out to the car. He pulls the door open for me and I briefly wonder if I’ll just always be attracted to assholes. Why is it that a nice guy like Dylan doesn’t do anything for me?
“Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I’d like to take you out again sometime,” he admits, pulling into the Kingston driveway.
“I think I’d like that too,” I tell him, because I would.
He gets out to walk me to the door.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I think he wants to kiss me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m trying to give Dylan a chance, but my brain is consumed with someone else. It doesn’t seem fair.
We pause at the door. This is the first time all night I’ve felt awkward.
“Sophia, can I kiss you?” he asks boldly, moving my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Maybe this is what I need?
I nod slightly. He leans in, wrapping his hand around my waist to pull me closer.
When his lips push against mine, I want to cry. I want to scream, throw my hands up in the air, and stomp my feet. Why can’t I feel the butterflies? Why can’t I see fireworks? Why doesn’t his kiss do anything to me?
“Wow,” he says, pulling away.
His hands cup my face. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I’m so frustrated.
“You’re amazing, Sophia. Thank you,” he says, kissing me again before walking back to his
car. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
I put my hand up in a small wave, forcing a smile, then I wrap my arms around my body.
What is wrong with me?
After he pulls out of the driveway, I use my key to unlock the door. The house looks dark. When I shut the door behind me, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stick up.
Knox.
“If he touches you again, I’ll kill him.” His glare is murderous.
I feel my stomach drop.Hearing him say things like that should make me feel disgusted, but it doesn’t. It makes me want to launch myself into his arms and beg him to make me feel something.
“You don’t getto decide who touches me and who doesn’t.” I finally muster up the courage to speak up to him.
“Whether you likeit or not, Sophia, you’re mine. You always have been, and you always will be,” he growls.
“I’ve never been yours.”I brush past him, but he reaches out to grip my arm, his fingernails digging into my skin.
“Liar.”His eyes bore into mine; his breathing is heavy.
How canyou hate someone and want them at the same time?
Knox Kingston iscold and heartless. I deserve so much more than he’ll ever give me, but I can’t seem to shake him.
I ripmy arm away from him before leaving the room, rubbing the spot on my arm where his hand was just moments ago, and trying desperately to ignore the dampness in my panties from that exchange.
I run up the stairs,tears streaming down my face. I fucking hate him. I hate that he has this hold over me. I hate that he thinks he can tell me what to do and who to spend time with, when most of the time he acts like he can’t stand to be anywhere near me.