Page 111 of Heartless Game

Her eyes widened. “What the hell, Isaac? Why are we back to this? I’m the one who’s mad, remember?”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re upset about some girl I might be engaged to?—”

She interrupted. “Might? It’s might now? What happened to ‘the only person I’m marrying is you?’”

“—I don’t care about how you feel,” I spoke over her. “All I care about is howyoumakemy cockfeel.”

Her face turned white. “Fuck you,” she snapped.

“Speak like that to me again, and the only time you’ll be opening that mouth is whenIfuck it. On your knees.”

She shook her head.

“I don’t understand what the hell has gotten into you, but I’m not putting up with it.”

“You will,” I told her. “Or I’ll call my father right now.”

“You wouldn’t,” she shook her head once, twice, then stopped. “Or maybe you would.” I hadn’t seen hatred or anger like that in them before, not even before we started this whole thing.

“I’m not kneeling for you, Isaac Silver. Not now. You get your cock near me and I’ll stab you.”

“You certainly felt differently last night.”

“Last night was apparently a mistake. I was right, wasn’t I? This whole,” she gestured, “thing between us has been one giant mistake.”

Although I kept my expression blank, her words felt like she’d stabbed me in the heart and then twisted the knife.

I hate you, she’d said.

I hated myself a little, too.

But not as much as I hated her, hated that I loved her.

I stepped forward so I was looming over her, crowding her against the tile. The water poured over her head, her face, practically drowning her.

“Why were you really at the newspaper office last night, Tovah? I saw you working with Toby on something. I saw you close out of whatever it was so I didn’t see. I didn’t press you on it, because like always, I got distracted by your fucking body.” My voice was getting louder and louder, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “You have some hold over me, and I’m getting sick of it, when you won’t give me more than your body. So tell me, Tovah, are you still planning on publishing a story that will destroy my team, my family, and me? This whole time, have you been planning on betraying what I thought we were building together?”

Her throat worked.

“Fucking admit it. Admit that you betrayed me! You’ve been playing me this whole time!” I was shouting now.

She shouted right back. “No, you asshole. Toby was showing me something else, and I was going to tell you about it, but last night wasn’t the time, and now clearly isn’t, either.”

I paused for a moment, considering this. But no, she was just hiding more shit from me.

I advanced on her, looming over her, aware that I was so angry, the veins were popping in my neck.

“I don’t believe you. You’ve been lying to me this whole time about who you are.”

She blinked. “You know who I am, you know my last name…”

“That’s not what I meant,bashert.” I snorted. She didn’t deserve the fucking endearment, not when we were children, and certainly not now. “I called you that, when we were children, didn’t I? That’s right, I saw the fucking birthmark. I know who you truly are. Who you were. The little girl I trusted who disappeared when my mother was killed. That was you, wasn’t it?”

Her chest heaved. “Isaac?—”

“Wasn’t it?” I roared, slapping the wall next to her. She flinched, lifting her hands like she needed to protect herself from me.

Gulping, I stepped back. I would never hit her, ever. Clearly, she didn’t know that. Because we didn’t know each other.

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