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“What—and I mean this with as much sincerity as possible—the actual fuck? You want me to hate-fuck you?” Hate-fuck. That made me smile. “Yes.”
So yeah, excuse me for being a tad smug. But I was going to sit in on this waste-of-time meeting just so Valentine fucking Tye would be reminded of who owned his arse.
“What are you gonna do? Get even?” “Fuck yes, I am.” I pulled on his shirt collar to get a look at his neck. The marks I’d left there were gone. “No one lays a finger on you but me.”
Was I in over my head? I was beginning to think I was. Would I stop seeing him? No.
“I don’t believe dinner was part of our agreement. I seem to recall the term ‘walk in, fuck me, and leave’ was the specification.”
“He put a hit on you and no one fucking touches you but me.”
Oh yeah. I was in deep trouble. Deeeeeep. Like Marianna Trench levels of deep. And you know what? I didn’t fucking care.
“Yeah, your dad’s a weirdo,” I said again. Enzo meowed. “Well, he’s not too bad. Underneath that cold exterior, he has an inner whore with a kink for some weird shit. But he’s not really the bad guy he pretends to be.
“I don’t need you.” “Well, too bad. You’ve got me.” “I don’t want you.” “I said too fucking bad.”
“Now I went and caught feelings, and leaving don’t feel right.” Oh god, he was just saying this stuff out loud to my face. “Caught feelings, huh?” He nodded. “I mean, I had feelings the first day too. More akin to rage and loathing though.
“You looked at me with pure disgust in your eyes. It was so fucking hot. I pretty much knew then I wanted your hands on me.”
“I said it, and you know what? I’m not sorry. And it’s your fucking fault. You made me fall in love with you with the whole I-want-you-to-come-inside-me thing. Like what was I supposed to do? Not fall in love with you?”
