“Stay,” he commands. “I can’t stay with you Bash. I don’t even fucking know you.” I’m convincing myself more than him. Taking the job, renting my home from him, staying in his penthouse—all of these were concessions I made against my better judgment. How far can I allow him to bend my will until my life is completely unrecognizable? “That’s bullshit. You know me better than anyone else.” I shake my head, rolling my lips into a firm line before I say something I don’t mean. I can’t fucking stand that he’s ruining the amazing week we had with this silly argument. “I’m not going to ask you again.
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