“You don’t want me,” I returned.
His torso reared back.
“Are you insane?”he asked.
“You won’t sleep with me,” I replied.
“I’ve been sleeping with you for weeks.”
“Right,” I bit out, losing it myself.“I’ll say itdifferent.You won’t fuck me.”
“No, Daisy, I’ll never fuck you.”
My head jerked like he’d slapped me.
“I’ll never fuck you,” he repeated and went on, “You aren’tthat woman to me.”
“Right.”It came out weak, broken, pained.“So, now can Ileave?”
“Christ, you don’t get it,” he clipped.
“You’re right,” I returned.“I’m notgettin’it.”
“Daisy, we need to take this slow,” he informed me, soundinglike he was seeking patience.
“And that’s been your excuse since the beginning,” I shotback.
His voice was low and dangerous when he asked, “Excuse?”
“A man wants a piece of ass, it’s on offer, he has it, andit’s been on offer, Marcus,for weeks.So, you see, you not takin’ ittells me you don’t want it.”
“Youareinsane,” he said softly, like he wasn’teven talking to me.
“No.I’m not.I’m a woman falling in love with a man whodoesn’t want me.”
I watched his body jerk in surprise.
“Daisy—”
Honestly?
I could take no more.
And who could fucking,fuckingblame me?
“Fuck this!”I exploded, the emotion coursing through metaking control so I couldn’t stop myself lifting my hands in fists over my headand shaking them.I dropped them and shouted, “Just let me fuckingleave!”
“You called me, terrified.”
Hunh?
“What?”I asked.
“That night.That night you called me and you wereterrified.I’ve never seen anything like the state of you when I got to you.Iarrived in your room, Daisy, you were curled into a corner, awake, but lost ina nightmare.Did you even know I was there?”
“Of course I knew,” I snapped.
“Do you know what you said to me?”
