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I wash up and head over to the bench to sit down. Bringing my knees up to hug them to my chest, I lean my head back and close my eyes. This is just unbelievable.Heis unbelievable. He really thinks he’s some kind of god or something that can literally do whatever the fuck he wants! That he can toy with people. Of course he does. He does traffic woman, selling them as sex slaves. Why would he treat me any differently? He treats his mother and his brother with respect because he feels loyalty toward them. It’s not because he loves them. A man like Alejo cannot love. Sucks that I’m just realizing this now. Could’ve saved myself some heartache.

I’m not sure how long I sit in the shower, but I’m now ready to face my demon. Yes, demon. As in singular. And that singular is Alejandro.

Getting up, I turn all the showerheads off and wrap myself in a towel, not bothering to wrap one around my hair. The mirror is all fogged up, but I still stand in front of it and stare at my blurry reflection for a while. Mentally preparing myself. My headache has subsided, but my stomach is growling. That’ll have to wait though. I have to deal with asshole out there first.

Stepping out of the bathroom with soaking wet hair and seething, I smell the food right away. He’s sitting there all smug like he’s fucking proud of himself. Stalking over to where the food is set up at that stupid fucking table we used to eat at, I stand there clenching my fists.

“How are you feeling, Irma?” His voice is low and threatening as if I’m the fucking guilty party here.

Without even a thought, I grab the first thing I can off the table and hurl it across the room. Not caring where it lands, I grab the next thing, then the next thing, until nothing is left on the table. It’s infuriating how he sits there as calm as can be. I want to wipe that smirk right off his fucking smug face.

Grabbing the chair next, I raise it over my head. “You sick bastard!” He’s quick on his feet as I try to slam the chair down on him. He dodges the assault. “I can’t believe I fell for you! You’re the fucking devil! You have no heart! No soul!” I scream my lungs out and pick up another chair. Raising it above my head, I launch it at him, and he smoothly sidesteps it. “I’m a human being! With a fucking heart! You can’t toy with me like this! I won’t let you!”

I charge at him, claws extended, fuming, smoke coming out of my nose and ears. I start swinging and kicking and clawing hysterically. He snatches my wrists in a bone-crushing grip and slams me down on the bed. I continue thrashing and trying to get out of his death grip. He uses all of his weight to wedge himself between my legs, and that’s when I notice that my towel has fallen off. His erection in his pants nudges my naked pussy.

“Go ahead. Rape me,” I taunt. “Don’t act like it’s beneath you.” He stares down at me unemotionally. I thought before that this was his mask, but no. This is him. All the smiles and heated stares, those were masks. All lies. “Nothing is beneath you. You are the lowest of low. A fucking liar and a heartless bastard.” I spit the words out venomously.

“When did I lie to you?” he asks robotically.

I chuckle like a deranged bitch. “When you said you would never let me go. When you promised I would never be alone again. When you said you would never get bored with me. When you said till death do us part.” He has no response, so I go on. “I will never love you like I did.” He flinches the tiniest bit, almost too fast for the naked eye to see, but I don’t miss it. This is where I can hit him where it hurts. “If your life ever dangles in front of me again, not only will I not save you, but I’ll fucking finish the job myself. You no longer have my loyalty or my devotion. That was a one-time offer, and you used it up. Threw it out like yesterday’s trash. I willnever, and I meannever, look at you the same. The way I looked at you with admiration and utter awe. So, you might as well save yourself the hassle and just get rid of me again.”

Alejo searches my face as if trying to find something other than hatred and rancor.Good luck, fucker.He pushes up off of me and lets go of my wrists. As he stands there for another long moment, I make the first move. Rising to my feet, I eye the towel on the floor and snatch it up. Wrapping it around my body, I stomp over to the French doors and yank them open. I step outside and go stand at the edge.

A moment later, I hear the bedroom door slam shut, and I release a deep breath. Pounding a fist on top of the concrete barrier, I choke down a sob.

I turn around and slide down to my butt with my back against the wall. Why the hell is he doing this to me? Is this just some sick game to him? Does he get off on this shit? Completely breaking someone’s mind?

Getting to my feet, I head back inside and assess the damage I’ve done. Food and broken glass everywhere. Chairs overturned.

I head into the closet and see that all my clothes are still here, confirming that he had this all planned out. He planned on taking me back. Well, if he wants to pretend and play house again, then we can fucking play house. Grabbing one of the pretty maxi dresses and some wedges, I head into the bathroom.

Opening the cabinets, I find all my usual makeup and hair products. All brand-new. Just sitting there mocking me. Pulling out what I need, I start drying my hair, staring into the mirror with a crazy smirk on my face.

Time to play.

Alejandro

After I watch Irma storm out onto the terrace, I force myself to walk away. Resisting the urge to take her like she tried to provoke me to do. I’ve seen so many sides to Irma, and there isn’t much sexier than her when she is enraged. She’s all fire and ice. Like she could melt the sun and freeze the stars. It’s all the more reason why I love her. She’s my goddess. My queen. And I’m about to make her my goddamn wife again whether she likes it or not.

Heading down to the office, I find Lucas, Diego, and a couple of our men in there. “Everyone out,” I bark as I take my seat behind the desk.

Everyone but Lucas leaves. I ignore him as I pull up the necessary documents for our marriage to be valid once again. I begin to fill them out when Lucas clears his throat.

“How is she?” he asks.

“How do you think?” I retort dryly.

He sighs and shakes his head. “So, she’s pissed.”

I snort. “Boiling mad. Hysterical. Fuming. Acting like a goddamn child.”

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. “Yeah, well, you put her through hell, and Irma is not the kind of woman who will take it lying down. You’ll be lucky if she comes around any time soon. She might drive you mad first.” He chuckles.

“Are you done?” I snap, not finding any humor in this.

“Yeah,” he grunts as he gets to his feet. “Alejo,” he calls, and I look up at him. “Be patient. Shewillcome around. She’s a stubborn woman, you know that. Like you, it’s not easy for her to love, so when she does, she does it unconditionally. It’s a love that will never go away, no matter what you do. But she doesn’t deserve to go through any more than she already has.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just turns and leaves.

I focus on the documents again and finish filling them out. I send them right to Marcus to have them validated. Marking it urgent.

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