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I should hate him. But instead, I was lying here in the dark, feeling... hurt. Like he’d abandoned me. And that shit didn’t make no sense.

I rolled over onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me, trying to force my mind to shut the fuck up so I could sleep, but it was no use. All I could think about was him.

The way he’d looked at me the last time I saw him. That blank, emotionless expression that gave nothing away. The way he’d walked out without a word, leaving me sitting on that kitchen counter, my body still trembling from what we’d just done.

The way he’d made me feel like I was the only woman in the world when he was inside me, and then made me feel like I was nothing when he left.

I hated him.

I hated him so fucking much.

But I also...

No.

I wasn’t going there.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my breathing, willing myself to fall asleep. Just as I felt myself starting to drift off, I heard it. The sound of thefront door opening downstairs.

My eyes snapped open, my heart immediately starting to race.

He was back.

I sat up in bed, staring at the closed bedroom door, my pulse pounding in my ears. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just waited. Then I heard his slow, deliberate footsteps on the stairs, coming closer.

The bedroom door opened, and there he was.

Stone stood in the doorway, looking fine as hell in a black hoodie and jeans, his chains catching the dim light from the hallway. His face was unreadable. Blank. Like he hadn’t just disappeared for three days without a word. He didn’t say anything. He was just standing there, staring at me, and that shit pissed me off.

I threw the blanket off and jumped out of bed, storming over to him.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I demanded, looking up into his face.

He didn’t answer. The nigga didn’t even blink. I shoved him hard in the chest, but he didn’t budge. He didn’t move an inch.

“Answer me, Stone!” I yelled, shoving him again. “Where the fuck have you been?”

Still nothing. Just that cold, emotionless stare.

Then I smelled perfume. Women’s perfume. It was sweet and floral and definitely not mine.

My blood boiled.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” I said, my voice rising. “Did you just come here after fucking another bitch?”

Stone’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t speak.

“If so, then just let me go home!” I shouted, myhands balling into fists. “You don’t need me, nigga! Go be with that bitch!”

Finally, he spoke.

“I tried to fuck another bitch,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But it didn’t work. I couldn’t even nut. Because she wasn’t you.”

I froze, staring at him, my mouth falling open.

What the fuck did he just say?

“You...” I started, but the words got stuck in my throat.