Page 53 of Something Borrowed

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

I watch her eyes sneak a peek towards me.

“Chinese?” I say, still grinning.

No response.

“Pizza?”

Her eyes drift towards me again.

“Sushi?”

She bites her lip.

“Sushi. Mm. Ok. I can make that happen. Let me go downstairs and order some. Why don’t you hop in the shower, the hot water will help you relax. Then get into those comfy pink sweatpants you look so cute in and by the time you come downstairs the food will be here.”

“And a movie.” She demands, trying to hide her smile.

“And a movie. I’ll pick one for us. Netflix and sushi. It sounds like a perfect evening with you.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Verity

One moment I feel as though things are going to be ok - and then next we are back at each other’s throats.

I’m going crazy.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

I don’t want to fight with Red, but he’s not understanding me. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand the intensity of my anger towards him.

I sigh, sitting on the edge of the second last step of the long staircase that leads upstairs.

Maybe if I could find a different way to explain it to him.

If I could make him see it from my point of view.

What is my point of view?

It’s about him marrying me —

“Dammit.” I shout, standing up suddenly and marching back and forth in the foyer.

I’ve been looping with these damn thoughts for so long now that I don’t even think I can put them into words anymore.

All I am sure of, is that I’m angry.

Angry because I’m married?

Yes, sure.

Angry because he forced me to marry him?

No, not quite. Because even though I was drunk hedidn’tforce me - did he? I guess I can’t answer that because I didn’t put much effort into tryingnotto get married on that night.

So, then I’m angry because I’m a prisoner here.

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