Kat looks at me like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “What else could it be? You’re so used to getting what you want, and it makes you reckless.”
“I’m not reckless, and I’m not jealous of someone like him. Don’t assume I think so little of myself,” I utter, growing more irritated by the second. “I’m efficient, and I go for what I want.”
We stand so close that we breathe the same air, both glaring with our heated gazes. Close enough for me to start losing fragments of all sense in her presence.
She’s so near, it wouldn’t take much for me to lean in and feel her lips against mine for the first time. I could reach out and grab her waist. I could push her back against the couch and take everything I’ve been wanting for weeks.
But of course, that would only prove her right.
We might be legally bound, but I won’t let her assume I’m some brainless beast. I have to wait, regardless of how straining that may be.
Urging myself to pull it together, I take a discreet breath and lower my voice while keeping it soft. “Speaking of efficiency…pick something nice to wear. We’re going out.”
I take a step back right as she blinks at me, seemingly trying to navigate the whiplash of that statement.
“What?”
“You heard me. You’ve been stewing here long enough,” I tell her, allowing some of that frustration to ebb away at the thought of getting out of the house. “So have I.”
Refusal immediately floods her features. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“But you are,” I say flatly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll continue texting your friend. Maybe I’ll burn that bridge so he can’t be a problem anymore.”
Her face twists. “You are deranged.”
“Maybe I am. But I don’t feel like sharing, and I don’t like distractions.”
Not bothering to conceal any of her rage, Kat grabs a pillow off the love seat and hurls it at me without hesitation.
“You’re such a prick!”
I catch the pillow midair and laugh at the attempt.
God, for as infuriating as she is, she makes me feel everything. Good and bad.
Kat pisses me off, yet she makes me feel so high at the same time. Territorial, even.
She has shown me glimpses of the raw, scorching fire she has inside her, and it’s so fascinating that I can’t stop. She’s full of surprises, and I need to see more.
Tossing the pillow aside, I turn around and head for the door.
“You have fifteen minutes to get ready,” I tell her, pulling out my phone. “Don’t make me come back in here and pick something out for you.”
“Try it, and you’ll never do it again.”
Her threat makes me grin. “I’d love to see you try.”
The sound of her agitated groan follows me out of the room and down the hall, and I can’t help but grin.
She wants to hate me so badly, but I know there’s more to it. There’s something beneath it all that she refuses to acknowledge.
But soon enough, she will.
Chapter 10 - Katya
I don’t think it’s possible for me to hate Sergey more than I do right now, but somehow, he continues to push the boundary. He continues to push me closer to completely exploding on him.
After encroaching on my life and everything I made for myself, he has the gall to not only text Roland on my behalf, but also to threaten to do even worse.
