I just knew that would be the word to use to get her to leave me alone. She tried everything to get me to talk to her this whole week and I needed her to leave…before I gave in.
“Or what?” Her hooded eyes are goading me.
“Let me take you home,” I say changing the subject, desperate to get her out of here.
I know Adaline. If I leave her here, she'll sleep with someone else, maybe not even Alex. I'm hoping it's only to bother me and not because she actually…wants to.
“No.”
Of course. This is Adaline Emery. She isn't like everyone else. She won't worship at my altar and eat up my every demand. It doesn't matter if I threaten her, berate her, she will always do what she wants to do.
I couldn't force her, I'm not capable of it. That doesn't make her non-compliance any less infuriating though.
“Why are you being so difficult right now?” I groan, running a hand through my hair.
She scoffs loudly as if my words are ridiculous. “I'm being difficult? Me? That's so rich coming from you.”
“I'm sorry, okay? I'm fucking sorry, Addie. I didn't mean what I said …” I walk closer to her and make an attempt to grab her arm. “Just come with me—”
She jerks away from my touch as if acid has grated her and I feel my heart twisting. “Don't fucking touch me. God, I fucking hate you.”
“Why? Because I ruined your chances for a mediocre threesome?” I snap at her, still feeling the ache of her refusing my touch.
So angry. So furious and for what? All because I interrupted whatever she was about to do? She should be thanking me.
I wanted to kill them both, but I didn't. I refrained to stay with her and hash this out, when all I really want to do is go back down there and wring their necks.
I also want to bend Adaline over and spank the ever-living shit out of her for testing me like this, then I want to top it off by fucking her so hard that she won't ever think about letting anyone else touch her ever again.
“No, I hate you because you're fucking selfish!” She jabs at my chest with her finger.
It should hurt, it kind of does, but most of all, it feels elating. She's touching me, even if it's maybe to hurt and infuriate me, she's still touching me.
“Selfish?”
Of course, I'm selfish, especially when it comes to her.
“Yes, selfish!” she echoes, her face redder than ever and before I can speak, she continues. “You don't want to admit you like girls, but you sit here and act like you own me!”
I can't breathe, not when she speaks and especially because she doesn't stop. I don't want to process her words. I've barely been able to think about the words she said last week.
“I hate you because you're a miserable fucking cunt who loves tearing people down! I hate you because you bullied me for most of my life and for some reason, I'm still here. I hate that you're in deeper denial than you could ever possibly know and I hate how much that is affecting me. I hate that I feel guilty for it…I hate you!”
“Oh yeah? Well, I hate you more!”
“I bet you do.” She chuckles darkly, shaking her head.
I find myself walking closer to her and she instinctively backs away. The adrenaline is taking over my body until she's pinned against the wall once again, except I'm not touching her, only my voice is.
“I hate how that you think you're the smartest person in the room. I hate that you usually fucking are. I hate how loyal you are, how stubborn you are, how fucking obnoxious and crude you are!” I feel my breathing becoming heavier and heavier, my eyes darting from her lips to her eyes rapidly. “I hate how angry I get when you give someone else even an ounce of your attention …” My loud voice is now reduced to a shallow whisper. “Most of all, I hate howagonizingit is to be around you.”
“Agonizing?” She breathes out softly.
Every look. Every touch. Every gasp. Every moan. Every time Adaline simply just exists. I've never felt such intense torture like this in my whole life.
“Yes, it is pure agony to want to be around you every second of every day; to have to pretend that you're nothing to me. It's fuckingtortureto have to see you with other people …” I lean closer, barely a few inches between us, “because I have never been in the habit of sharing baby, you are mine, all mine.”
Being an only child, I've never had to share, ever. I don't share anything, especially things or people I truly treasure.
