Jason stepped in front of me, my eyes level with his bulging cock. I looked up as he uncapped a bottle of peroxide and poured some onto a washcloth.
“This might sting,” he said as he knelt in front of me.
Gently, he lifted my foot and removed the glass, blood streaming from the cut. He pressed the washcloth against it, holding it there, and I clenched my eyes shut.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he pressed harder, trying to staunch the bleeding.
“Deep breaths,” he said, using his thumb to make small circles against the top of my foot.
I inhaled deeply, the scent of peroxide and blood mingling in the air, then let it out. The pain began to fade, and I opened my eyes to see Jason cleaning the wound, his touch gentle and soft. He glanced up at me before reaching down and grabbing a Band-Aid to place it over the cut.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as he stood, grabbing the peroxide and washcloth, heading back to the bathroom.
Jason reappeared, the black jacket he wore just moments earlier gone, revealing his bare chest beneath. He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. I shifted under the intensity of his gaze, my heart hammering inside my chest.
Moments passed as we stared at each other, and eventually, Jason stepped forward, grabbing Daniel by the back of his coat. He grabbed the chair behind him and slammed Daniel into it, the chair almost tipping over with the force.
Daniel’s hair was matted with blood, his face bruised and bloody from Jason’s fists. His nose was crooked, and his left eye was swollen, his bottom lip split almost in two. Blood and dirt coated his face and clothes, and the shoe on his left foot barely hung on.
“What are you gonna do to him?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Nothing yet.”
“Why did you take him?”
Jason turned to me, his brows furrowed, and swiped his hand through his hair.
“He hurt you.”
He turned to Daniel, his hands clenched into fists, and leaned down, their faces only inches apart.
“Answer whatever questions she asks, and answer them honestly. Iwillknow if you’re lying. And I don’t like lying,” he spat.
Jason turned to me and gave me a nod before walking away, standing in the dark corner of the room.
My brows pulled together as I stared at Daniel, tears welling in his eyes.
"What if I don't have any questions?" I asked, turning to Jason.
He shrugged.
"Then I'll just kill him now."
I looked at Daniel, his hands clutching the arms of the chair, his body trembling with fear. I stood up from the bed, pain shooting through my foot, but I pushed it aside. Memories flooded back from the day he showed up at my apartment, tears trailing down his cheeks as he admitted to cheating on me. I didn’t love him then, and I don’t love him now, but the betrayal still stung. He wasn’t the first man to cheat on me, and I knew he probably wouldn’t be the last.
“Why did you do it?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
“Do what?” he asked as he shifted in his seat.
“You know what. Why did you cheat on me?”
He shook his head and looked down.
“I loved you but I made a mistake. I-I-I shouldn’t have done it. I was just upset.”
“If you loved me, then you wouldn’t have cheated. You would have waited until I was ready,” I scoffed. “You don’tcheaton the people you love, Daniel.”
