We ended up going for a round against the bathroom wall and another on the bed before he bit me and told me he seriously had to get going.
Did I sulk like a baby? Absolutely.
Did it make him stay longer? Nope.
But he kissed me deeply before he got out of the car and rushed to his hotel room in one of my shirts since I destroyed his last night.
And you know what? I’ve never been happier.
43
Aoi
I could spend the rest of my short life pinned under Andrew’s firm and muscular body as he kisses and pampers me.
Unfortunately, I have to work.
I rush into my hotel room, and my smile falters the second I step inside. “What are you doing here?” I demand, striding past him. “Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
“Where were you?” Jason asks, getting up from the edge of the bed.
“It’s none of your business, now is it?” I scoff. “After all, I’m just a whore, right? Isn’t that what you called me last time when you barged into my room, insulted me, and then left me like I was disposable? You just love to waltz back in like a pretty flower once you need something from me.”
He sighs and rakes his fingers through his perfect blonde hair, but I notice grey strands that weren’t there last time. “You know that’s not what happened. I was angry and clearly overreacted. It was wrong of me, but you’re partly at fault.”
“Fuck you and your excuses,” I snap, throwing my suit vest on the bed and striding toward the closet. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
He steps up behind me and grabs my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. “So, that’s it? You want to end our relationship over a stupid argument?”
“What relationship, Jason? There’s nothing between us. It ended a long time ago and just because we fucked a couple times, doesn’t mean we’re together. Me fucking around should’ve made that clear.”
“I gave you time and space.”
“You mean you stopped spamming my phone for a couple days. That’s not something to be proud of Jason. I asked you to stop bothering me repeatedly, but you kept doing whatever you wanted. Do you expect me to praise you for leaving me alone?”
We stare at each other for a second, waiting for the other to give up so we can call it a day, but instead he scoffs and grabs my chin. “You’re not leaving me, Aoi. I won’t allow it.”
“Allow it?” I swat his hand away. “You and your tyrannic crap. I’m not some pet you can order around and discard whenever you have more important shit to do.”
“I’ve never treated you like a pet. My feelings for you have always been genuine. It’s you who dumped me after your parents’ death and who’s been using me like a spare cock whenever you get horny.”
Something in me snaps, and I shove him violently and slap him across the face. “Did you come here to blame me for breaking up with you sixteen fucking years ago? And so what if I used you?Don’t even try to make me believe you weren’t usingmeall along! You son of a bitch, stop making me out to be the bad guy. This is all because of you. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Are you done?” he strokes the spot I assaulted. “Now come back home with me. This rebellion of yours has wasted enough of my time. I’m tired of waiting for you to make up your mind.”
I gawk at him, fury burning inside me. “I can’t do this anymore.”
I’m so fucking tired of arguing with him all the time. Our entire lives, all we’ve ever done is argue and hurt each other.
Buthe’sthe piece of shit. Not me.
“I’m not fucking done, okay? Who the fuck do you think you are to look down on me?” I snap, pushing past him. “I’m sick and tired of you always trying to control me. You keep shaming me and guilting me for being a wreck. The fact that you even had the audacity to call me a whore is fucking disgusting and I’m sick of it!”
His foot taps against the floor. “This nonsense needs to end. Come home with me. We can get you a psychiatrist if that’s what you need but I can’t allow you to spiral in this manner.”
I can’t believe this. He’s never going to change in the end. For years, I lied to myself, claiming he’s just complicated, but that’s not it. He’s just a disgusting, selfish narcissist.
People like him only care about themselves and nothing else. He never fucking loved me. I’m a prize he couldn’t hold on to, and it infuriates him that I keep slipping through his fingers.
