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“I know.”
“I offered myself to you in a way I did to no one else.” All the bravado in me disappeared, and my voice cracked. “If you want to turn me away just do it, but offer me some respect and say it to my face. Don’t say you’re not willing to touch me because I’m so special then go behind my back with someone like Victoria Tori. I deserve better.”
“Jesus Christ, Catherinelle, I wasn’t going to see her.”
“Really? Because you looked ready to synchronize lips with her when I saw you.”
“We’re…” he looked away from me, “we know each other, ok? Don’t look at me like that. Half of New York has been with that woman. She acts like that with everyone. If we go and look for her right now, I guarantee you she’s glued to someone else.”
“Oh, maybe you’d like to go and meet that woman Roman told you about. The brunette with long hair. The one that’s your type.”
“What are you talking about?”
I turned away from him and ran my hands through my hair. I was losing my mind. I had lost my logic and my reason to this shredding emotion of possession. It seemed like Hugo and I finally found something we had in common.
“I don’t know.” I took a few deep breaths. “I don’t know, Hugo. I blamed you for acting crazy with Roman, and now I’m doing the same thing.”
“Princess,” he murmured the nickname, and I found his eyes that were looking at me with softness. “I’d take you in my arms if I could.” But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because someone could walk out and see us. Damn, I wanted to be in his arms so bad.
“I’m cold. I’m angry…I just wanna go home, Hugo.”
“That can be arranged.”
“No. I wanna go home with you.” I bit my lip. “I feel like some virgin on a stone altar in front of a God who’s refusing the sacrifice. I want you to have me. Why won’t you take me?”
“Catherinelle…”
“Why?”
“Fucking hell, woman, stop fucking torturing me! We talked about this.”
The bitter taste of rejection returned to my mouth.
“Look, Hugo, I’ll go back inside, talk to my mom and then go home. I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t. I feel like my skin is crawling. I can’t keep begging you to sleep with me, Hugo. I’ll just…go to bed on my own.”
He wanted to say something. I saw his lips moving, but I left before giving him the chance. My brain was mush, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I switched to automatic mode and walked robotically to find my mom and tell her I was too sick to stay at the party anymore. Technically not a lie, I was too distressed to stay anymore. Something was happening with me.
I sighed in relief when mom told me she planned to go back to her house to stay with Aunt Diana for the rest of the week. My mother knew me better than anyone, and if I had to act all normal around her, with Hugo a few feet away, she would have seen right through me.
Somehow, I made it to the car Caroline found for me after saying goodbye to everyone, and I threw myself in the backseat, looking out the window the entire drive. When we made it to the beach house, I ran inside like someone was on my heels and didn’t stop until I got into the master bedroom.
I felt suffocated. All of a sudden, I felt bombed with so many emotions, all pouring into me at once. The attraction altered into something so powerful it scared me. I saw Hugo touching Victoria, and I was like a bull with a red cape ready to stab her with my horns. In that moment, I didn’t care where we were or what anyone would say if they heard me. I wouldn’t have cared if Gino had been right there staring in my eyes. In that moment, he wasn’t forbidden or the Monster or my brother’s best friend; he was just mine.
I took my boots off and went to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror to try and make sense of everything. Why was my heart beating so fast? Why wasn’t the air enough to fill my lungs? Why was I so hollow, longing for him?
Feeling flushed, I pasted my back to the wall and slid down until I was on my ass on the marble floor. The sound of the front door being slammed closed made me flinch, but I didn’t move. I heard Hugo calling my name but stayed silent. With every call, I could hear him getting closer and closer to me until finally, his shadow went through the bathroom doorframe, and he looked down at me.
“You, fucking crazy, beautiful girl.”
