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The first sob hits. It’s hard enough that I fall back onto the bed, shaking.
How could he do this to me? Why?
Because he’s a monster, and you’ve just been ignoring all the red flags.
An angry resolve fills me, and I continue throwing my things into my bag. Just as I’m grabbing my dress, I hear a startled sound from behind me.
“Soph? What are you doing?”
I wipe away my tears before turning around. “Just getting out of your way so you can get to your evening plans.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He steps forward, and I hate that my eyes linger on his muscular chest, his abs, and the way his towel hugs his hips and thighs.
“Like you don’t know,” I snap, scrunching up my dress in my hands. “Who am I to you, Xander? What exactly am I?”
He hesitates, moving to stand by his dresser. Closer to me, but still far enough away that I don’t try to back away.
“What do you want from me, Alexander?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for the answer to that, little bird.”
“Why, because you know I hate being used? Being treated like a toy? You don’t own me, and I won’t let you use me as your arm candy.”
He smirks. “The sex is pretty good, too.”
I yell in frustration. This is not the time for him to be all witty. “So that’s it. That’s all I am to you. A pretty girl for appearance and a good fuck.”
He shrugs, leaning against his dresser. “Maybe. But that doesn’t sound like what you want.”
Maybe.
My heart just about breaks.
Scratch that—it never healed from last time.
My heart fucking shatters.
“Don’t you dare turn this around on me, Xander.” I throw my dress at him, but he catches it easily.
He lifts the fabric up to his nose. “Smells like you. Delicious. Perfect.”
“Seriously?” I step forward and snatch it away from him. “What am I to you? What the fuck do you want? Do you even care about me a bit?”
An arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me into him. My body is flush with his, his hand pressing on the small of my back. One of his fingers comes up against my chin, pushing it up until I’m forced to look at him.
His wet hair is tangled, his chiseled jawline set. He smells amazing. Intoxicating. Addictive. And those brown eyes, soft and hard at the same time, are full of passion and lust and something else.
“Before getting in my face about what I want, you need to figure out what you want, Sophia.” His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer until my lips brush against his.
When he kisses me, my mind goes blank. All I can focus on is Xander, his presence, his scent, the way he bites my bottom lip.
When he pulls away, I moan, aching for more. But he runs a hand through my hair. “What do you want, Sophia?”
I hesitate.
I want Alexander. I do. I really, really do. But I want all of him—not just a fling. I want security. I want to know that he’ll never leave me again.
And it doesn’t matter if he tells me nothing will ever come between us again. I don’t think I can believe him.
