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She swings her head in my direction and bats her long, curled, and fucking glittery lashes at me. “And how am I supposed to do that, exactly? Turn into your puppet? Worship at your feet?”
“Distancing yourself from the wrong crowd and refraining from throwing tantrums is enough.”
“Aw. But those are my favorite pastimes. You know, since, and I quote, I’m lazy, shallow, and would rather splurge a fortune than use my airhead brain.”
I let a smirk tilt my lips. “And who are you quoting exactly?”
“You, prick. And here I thought I was the one with the memory loss.”
“In sickness and in health, Mrs. King.”
“I hate you.”
“By all means.”
“If I wasn’t struggling and didn’t feel guilty about implicating my parents, I’d never stay with you.”
“Lucky me.”
“If I had a redo, I’d marry any man but you.”
“Good thing you’ll never get a redo.” I pause and count to ten, a method I need to use so I don’t accidentally bash her head in. Once I’m done, I look—or probably glare—at her.
She’s fully facing me now, and if eyes could kill, I would’ve been murdered in cold blood, cut to pieces, and thrown into the Thames by now.
I stare back at the road because I can’t trust myself not to get us into a freak accident. “What are you struggling with?”
“What?”
“You said if you weren’t struggling, you wouldn’t stay with me. So what are you struggling with?”
“Hello? Have you forgotten that I lost two years of my life?”
“And?”
“You’re my therapist now?”
“Try me.”
“So you’ll use it against me in the future? I’ll have to pass.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Didn’t you say you don’t want me to control you? If we’re going to find a solution around that and reach some middle ground, you’ll need to communicate with me.”
“Says the one who thinks glaring and staring are the hallmarks of communication.”
“They can be. Now, stop fighting for the sake of fighting, and tell me what’s on your mind.”
She stares at her nails, some shimmering pink with a fuck ton of sparkles. “Were you there that night?”
“Which night?”
“The last night I remember. When we met at that VIP room and you were such a delight.”
“A delight as always, you mean.”
