This motherfucker brought me out on a fucking yacht!!
“What are we doing here, Konflict?”
“Told you already. I needed somewhere you can’t run from me. Out here, I know you can’t try to disappear in the middle of the night. And we’re not leaving this yacht until you’re in love with me again.”
“Fuck you. I hate you so much.”
“So I’ve heard. We’re here to fix that hate.”
The anger and frustration burning deep in my chest only got worse. He pissed me off, wore me down and made me want to kill him.
Three weeks already and I still couldn’t get over how he’d fooled me. Every time I closed my eyes, I replayed my nights with Knox—the way he touched, kissed, and made love to me, that addictive mix of rough and tender. I still couldn’t believe itwas Konflict all along.
I couldn’t get past the betrayal and nothing he did could dull my anger.
“What makes you think I won’t run off in the middle of the night?”
He shot me an amused look. “Even though I hate using your fear of water and the fact you can’t swim, I didn’t have a choice. You refused to talk, and we need this if there’s any chance of saving our marriage.”
“You really are a monster.”
He grimaced. “I know. But I can be sweet too. You’ll see.”
“I don’t want to see your so-called sweet side, Konflict. And since I can’t leave this yacht, don’t be surprised if I put a bullet in your head.”
“I got you a new Glock since you lost yours a few weeks ago. I’ll leave it on your bedside table. Don’t hesitate to use it if you want. My life is yours.”
He gave me a smile that pissed me off as much as it made me want to kiss him. That was the worst part. I still wanted him, no matter how much I hated him. I kept blaming it on the pregnancy hormones.
Finding out I was pregnant changed everything. I’d been ready to die, but this baby made me want to live. Still, I couldn’t forgive him, not after everything he’d done. I hadn’t told him about the pregnancy. Until he signed those divorce papers, he wasn’t hearing a word about it. He broke my heart and I just knew nothing could make me love him again.
“Baby, you coming? I’ll show you around.”
“Don’t call me baby. You don’t have that right!”
He stared straight into my eyes and nodded. “Right. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn it.”
“It’s pointless.”
“I haven’t even tried yet. You haven’t seen how hard I can fightto win that right.”
“It doesn’t matter. I know what you want, so nothing you do will ever feel real to me. It’ll all just be a performance. So don’t bother.”
He stepped closer, fingers lifting my chin so I had to meet his dark brown eyes, locked on mine. My heart started racing in my chest.
“Serenity, I know you’re angry, and I’ve got so much to make up to you. But nothing I do now is a performance. I hid my feelings for you before, but now, no one and nothing will stop me from cherishing you the way you deserve. Not even you.”
My heart raced wild and out of control. But I knew better than to fall for a pretty speech after what he’d done.
I wanted to snap back, but he didn’t give me the chance. He broke the tension, turning away.
“Come on,” he said, heading to the other side of the boat.
Stopping beside him, arms crossed over my chest, I refused to look impressed, even though the view was breathtaking. Water as far as I could see, mountain ridges in the distance. If I wasn’t so pissed,maybeI could have enjoyed this place a little more.
“Here is the bow of the yacht. It’s the best spot to relax, sunbathe, or fuck under the stars.”
I swallowed wrong, almost choking at those words. The amused look he threw at me made me want to slap him.
