Page 169 of Volatile Obsessions

Shattering.

Imploding.

My grip slipped as indescribable pain lanced right through my being. She tore herself away on a growl and shoved at my chest over and over again until we were in the middle of the roof.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you!” Tears were flowing free one more, slapping me in the face harder with every one that rolled down her cheeks.

My chest heaved wildly like I’d been running a mile.

She hated me and I hate this.

I hated me.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled it, clenching my hands, swallowing down the tsunami of emotions threatening to break free. “I’m fucking sorry!”

“You’re sorry?” She yelled back incredulously. “YOU’RE SORRY? That means absolute shit to me, Roman! Look what you’ve done to me! You’ve ruined me, completely fucking ruined me, and not just for other men, but for everything! EVERYTHING!”

I was two seconds from uttering something that would probably only dig me a deeper grave when she started toward me on another growl, shoving me back again repeatedly.

“I opened up to you.” Shove.

“I trusted you.” Shove.

“I gave you my fucking heart!” Her voice cracked. “And what did you do with it? Played it like a fucking violin, then smashed it into millions of pieces and sprinkled it around like confetti with your fucking bullshit lies. I fucking hate you!”

“Baby, please. Please listen to me,” I croaked, falling to my knees in front of her.

Bowing at her altar.

“Just stay away from, Roman,” she hissed, tsking at my blatant display of weakness. “Just stay the fuck away from me like you should have done in the first place.”

But what was a King without his Queen?

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