Page 47 of Toxic Things I Love About You

She wiggled against me, and I was desperately trying to pretend like I didn’t notice her ass pressed against my cock. I was desperately trying to pretend like my cock was going to make her come to her senses.

“See? Choice. Not love. Love makes you weak and I’m already tired. You already underestimated me. You couldn’t even wake me up. Or you wouldn’t. That’s not okay. You treat me like everyone else.”

She pulled harder, and I let go.

“What are you saying, Emilee?”

She walked back to the room, picking up her clothes along the way.

“I’m saying that the jokes on me. I don’t get to fall in love and have it all. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my company, but I think it’s time I take control of my life.”

I was not only following, I was stomping like I wanted the entire fucking building to feel the anger and frustrations blazing in me.

“Everything I’ve done for you? I did it because I fell in love with you, and I wanted to give you the fucking world on a platter. Don’t you dare thank me.”

What the hell was going through her head?

She slipped on the dress she’d worn when we first got here.

“Well, I am thanking you. You showed me what I could have had in another life. But in this life? You will always underestimate me like everyone else does. I am not some doll that needs to be given gifts or someone’s head on a stake. I need to take control of myself.”

What the ever-loving fuck was happening?

“Are you leaving me?”

She looked around the floor, but before I could ask what she needed, she found her purse.

She sniffled.

“Are you crying? Why the hell are you crying? Is this all over one fucking body? Fuck, Emilee. I will bring three more. Shit, I’ll even bring a woman that looked at me wrong for you. You name who and what and I will do it.”

She sniffled again.

“I’m not crying, you are.”

Damn it.

“What the hell is happening? One minute I’m buried deep inside your pussy and the next you're leaving me?”

She grabbed her phone and typed something in, sniffling over and over.

“You’re crying. Why are you doing this to yourself? No one said you had to leave. It was one fucking guy. If I’d have known this was how you’d react, I’d have waited. I didn’t get much out of him. I know my brother is behind this part of it, but there is something more. Someone smarter. My brother couldn’t even run a damn meeting properly.”

I listened to her breath, and the loud exaggerated sigh before she walked past me. I grabbed her arm, but her words were cold.

“Let me go, or I’ll add you to the list of people I need to take down.”

I did, but not because I fucking cared about being a target. I let her go because I didn’t want to be her target. I wanted to be the one by her side, picking out the targets.Hell, I wanted to pick out china or whatever it was you did for a wedding.

“I’ve done everything for you, this makes no sense. I’ll let you have whatever kind of wedding you want.”

She kept walking.

“I need to put me first for a while. I can’t rely on you or Parks.”

That pissed me off.

“You damn well can rely on me, and you better fucking rely on Parks if you walk out that door. You are strong and brave and fucking crazier than I’d have guessed, but you’re also vulnerable being Rossi’s daughter. Just stay. We can push off any wedding. I don’t care.”

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