Page 132 of Rhet

“But I don’t want to. I want to choke you, kiss you, fuck you senseless. But I don’t want to leave you alone.” He bangs his head against the glass door, and it vibrates. “I can’t, Zee.”

The logical thing to do, is to send him on his way. I walk to the door and open it. I step outside, only to see his jacket thrown aside, his tie and cufflinks gone. His elbows rest on his knees, his head rest on the glass, and his eyes are closed.

“You should leave me alone.” That’s me trying to salvage what pride I have left, I look down at my phone one more time looking for York.

“He isn’t going to call or text.” Rhet unbuttons his top button.

I look down at him wanting to kick his ass into the pool. “What did you do?”

“I told him to end it.” He gets up and dusts his pants off.

“End what, Rhet?” I want to scream; my breath feels labored.

“End the fucking world. What do you think I asked him to end?” he places his hand in his hair and pulls it at the roots.

“How could you do that to me?” Part of me feels happy he did, maybe just maybe he will, I don’t know, but just maybe.

“You don’t want him in your life.” He steps toward me.

“What? I do. Why would you say that?” I search his face looking for an answer, any answer.

“Let me ask you a question. If someone told me not to text or call you? Do you think I would listen? Especially if you’re mine?”

I know the answer is no, but I refuse to answer.

He snickers. “No, no one gets to dictate my fucking actions, ever. Especially when it comes to you.”

“Rhet, please don’t. You just see me as something you can’t have. So don’t.” My heart can’t deal with this. There are so many complications, so much sacrifice. As much as I want him, I can’t. “Please don’t Rhet.”

He takes my chin. “Don’t what? Claim you, make you mine?”

I pull my chin out of his hold. “Then spit me out and throw me away.”

“Who says I’m going to do that?”

He grabs my neck applying a little pressure, his other hand is on my waist, and pulls me closer.

“You want me to be loyal, to be your man. Brace your fucking self, you have me,” his gaze takes my face in.

I shake my head, trying not to let my heart believe him.

“I’m claiming you, Zeeta Woods. Tonight and from here on fucking out. You’re mine.”

My heart can’t take this. He says this now, but tomorrow morning he will move onto a new woman.

“Please don’t do this. I… I can’t handle you telling me to plan your next escapade in the morning.” My heart pounds.

He kisses my forehead. “You’re not getting it. I’m done. You’re mine. Tomorrow, I will be in your bed. No one else’s.”

“What happens if I hurt you?” My heart squeezes with the question, a tear slips down my cheek.

“Are you going to hurt me?” he asks, his eyebrows crumpled in confusion.

I stay silent because I’m still trying to figure this shit out. “Yes, I may.” I whisper

“Then, you will fix what you hurt.”

This felt too right. “Rhet.”

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