My stomach twists painfully as I try my best to steady everything in my body to a smooth pace.
But, I’ll admit, I’m a bit scared of Bobby right now. He’s never done something like this, and I don’t know what he planned on doing.
But I’m not going anywhere with him.
“What do you want me to do, Bobby?” I ask as gently as I can to keep the conversation light and controlled.
“I want you to marry me,” he says immediately. “I want us to move through life together. I promise you…I’ll fix all my wrongs. I’ll never hurt you again.”
“Why? You don’t love me?—”
“I love the shit out of you,” he argues, eating up more space and giving me less to work with before I end up between my dresses in the closet. “You are everything to me.”
Bullshit.
It’s such a lie that I’m surprised he isn’t choking on it with how thick and corrupt it is.
He two-timed my trust and wasted my time. There isnothingabout Bobby that shows me he loves me, truly and unconditionally.
And I won’t have anything else.
Even if that’s being single for the rest of my life.
“Small problem,” I mutter. “I’m married to?—”
“I canfixthat.” He touches my forearm and Iinvoluntarily flinch, prompting his notice and a frown. “Are you serious? Now, I can’t touch you?”
“No,” I answer mindlessly. “You’re a cheater, Bobby. I don’t want you anywhere near me?—”
“But mybrothercan?” he leers through clenched teeth. His skin is turning red as anger pumps through his veins. “Did you fuckhimin Prague? Is that what this is about?”
I glower at him for thinking he even has the right to ask me. “Would itmatter? You’ve been fucking Jolene and God knows who else for years?—”
“We’renot married yet,” he lashes out. “I can do whatever the fuck I want when I want to do it.”
I rip my arm away from him and point toward the door. “Get the hell out of my apartmentrightnow. We’re done.”
“We’renotdone,” he grinds out, inching even closer. “You committed yourself tome.We had plans. A future. You can’t just erase that without speaking to me first.”
There’s entitled Bobby.
I don’t owe him anything. And I sure as hell don’t owe him an explanation on why I feel the way I feel.
“You’re not even angry I married your brother,” I vouch, feeling my nostrils flare. “You’re angry that you lost control over me.”
I should’ve kept with treading lightly because Bobby snatches my biceps and then whips me around toward the bed.
I stumble, pushing back on him to get his hands off me before I’m shoved onto my mattress, and his body crushing into mine.
“Control is mefuckingyou,” he grinds out, trying to pin my hands over my head as I thrash around to throw him off me. “And that’s what I’m going to do. Because Bronte doesn’ttakefrom me. Itakefrom him.”
“Get off me!” I scream, thrusting my head forward to get any piece of him away from me.
I connect with his forehead, earning myself a radiating painthroughout my whole skull, but I can take that knowing that Bobby feels the same.
However, it doesn’t stop him from lifting my dress and fumbling between my clenched thighs.
“You stupid bitch!” he thunders out, trying to weasel his fingers past my clenched thighs to get to my cunt. “Do you like it rough, Meir? Do you want me to fuck you like I do Jolene?”
