Page 2 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

“No, you’re not. We’ve got tickets to that show tomorrow night.”

I finally manage to pull away from him and turn, an expression of absolute horror tinged with anger coloring my face. The nerve of this man to tell me I’m not going. The nerve of him to put this fucking show above the life of my grandmother.

“Yeah. I am. I’m leaving in a few hours,” I tell him.

“Is your grandmother okay? Is she alive?”

“Yeah, she’s okay right now. But she needs some help?—”

“She’ll be okay for a couple of days,” he says. “We’ll go to the show and after that, I’ll go out there with you?—”

“Ben, no. I’m not doing this. Get out. I have to finish packing.”

“Baby, you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this show,” he growls. “Not to mention how expensive the fucking tickets were.”

I’m so angry, I’m practically seeing red right now. I’m glad I don’t have a baseball bat near at hand because as angry as I am right now, I might bludgeon him to death with it.

“You know what? Have a great time at the show,” I shout. “I’ll PayPal you the cost of my ticket. And so you know, I didn’t want to go to the show, anyway!”

Ben grabs my hand and squeezes it hard enough to draw a pained yelp from me. It fuels the rage coursing through me, and before I even think about what I’m doing, I reach back and slap him across the face. My hand stings and the sharp crack of my hand hitting his cheek rings in my ears. He looks at me with shock on his face and my eyes widen when I see the bright red print on his face. As his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow to slits, I start to tremble. But that fear quickly subsides as my veins are flooded with fury.

“We’re done, Ben. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I haven’t for a long time. You’re selfish, cruel, and you only care about yourself. Getting together with you was a mistake. I never should have gone out with you in the first place.”

He recoils and looks at me like I’ve suddenly sprouted a second head and started speaking in some strange language he doesn’t understand. My anger is filling me with a strength I never knew I had—a strength I wish I could have summoned long ago. In this moment, I feel powerful.

“No. You’re upset, I get that. But we’re not breaking up?—”

“Get out, Ben. Get out of my apartment and my life.”

“I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to talk this out.”

I snatch up my phone. “Leave now or I’m calling the police, and they can drag you out of here. And after that, I’ll file for a restraining order.”

His face darkens, and he glowers at me. There’s some small part of me that’s afraid he’s going to hurt me. But right now, I don’t care. Right now, the only thing that matters to me is getting him out of my apartment so I can pack and get to my grandmother. His jaw clenched tight, Ben takes a step toward me, and I make a point of showing him that I dialed 911 and leave my finger poised over the key to make the call.

“Don’t test me, Ben. Not right now,” I say.

He looks more pissed than I’ve ever seen him before, but he doesn’t take another step toward me. Instead, he takes a step back and nods, adopting a more casual posture.

“Look, I can see you’re upset about this whole thing with your grandmother. I get it,” he says. “I’ll give you a little space to cool off?—”

“What part of ‘this is over’ do you not understand?”

“And don’t worry, I’ll find somebody to buy the ticket. It’s cool,” he says. “Go, take care of your grandmother, and when you get back, we can talk. We can sort this all out.”

“Get out,” I say again, making my voice as low and threatening as I can manage.

“Okay, baby. I’ll text you later. Let you know how the show goes and all.”

He finally turns and walks out of my apartment, and when the door closes, I rush over, throw all three locks on the door, and turn around, pressing my back against it.

“I really need to get those locks changed,” I mutter.

Pushing away from the door, I head back into my room to finish packing. I need to get out of here and get to Tennessee.

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ETHAN

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