“I don’t give a fuck about you.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Just ‘okay, cool’?”
I don’t respond, keeping my eyes glued to the television. She leaves the living room, and the door slams. I rush upstairs, grab my phone, and track her location. She’s running the trail in the neighborhood.
Princess: Why are you acting like this? Being an asshole toward me.
I don’t respond.
Princess: Asshole. Now you’re ignoring me.
Still don’t respond.
Princess: Whatever, Irvin. You’re a pill.
She’s learning to crave my presence. She says she isn’t falling for me, but she keeps blowing up my phone with texts. Several minutes later, she bursts into the bedroom, tears trickling down her cheeks, then wraps her arms around my shoulders and rests her head on my chest.
“I thought you didn’t care about me?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t.”
“Then why are you here, my princess?”
She doesn’t respond. There it is. She gave it away. She does have feelings for me—she just doesn’t want to admit it.
“I’m going to solve the murder cases.”
I lift her chin so she’ll look at me. “Okay, princess.”
“You’re really going to let me do that?”
I smirk. She’s trying to get a reaction out of me. It won’t work.
“What do you want to know?”
I’m not going to allow her to get hurt, but I’m not falling into her trap.
“No. Do what you want.”
She huffs. “Why don’t you care about me anymore?”
Mission accomplished.
“I do care about you, princess. But you need to ask yourself why you want my attention so bad.”
She slides under the covers and buries herself in the pillow.
Lilac
Ineed to prove to myself that I’m not falling for him. Fuck Irvin. He trapped me in my own damn mind. I toss on my pajamas. I need to leave him for good—and this place. I can’t stay the night with him anymore. I can’t divorce him because of the stupid-ass club. I have to get out of here so I won’t lose myself to him.
Irvin climbs into bed, pulling me to his chest, and I feel his erection rubbing against my ass. Then he moves away.
“I’m not fucking you tonight.”
See? This is the manipulative shit I’m talking about. He knows I want him to fuck me, and he hasn’t touched me in a few days. Fucking bastard. Always wanting the upper hand, but I’m the one who has the power here, not him.
