Page 32 of Let Me Love You
“Get out!” She pointed to the front door.
“I’m not leaving.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, standing before her like a tree with deep roots. Standing tall even if a category five hurricane ripped through. His mouth pulled tight into a grimace. The muscles around his jaw twitched as he tried to maintain his composure.
“Yes, you are.” She inhaled and blew it out with force. “Get out!” The volume of her voice reverberated through the foyer and high ceilings. He stepped in her direction, but she raised her hand and shook her head. “You need to leave, Ren. I don’t want to call the police, but I will.” She stared at him, watching his expression going from angry to enraged.
“You wouldn’t,” he snapped.
“I would. And I will.” She pointed to the door again. “Get out of my house. This little fantasy is over.”
He swung his head back and forth and huffed out a breath. “This isn’t over, Stacey. Not by a long shot.” He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
She sucked in a few deep breaths before the sob broke. Sinking to her knees, she let the tears flow again. She’d allowed herself to think Ren was the key to her getting her out of her shell again, reviving her. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one living out a fantasy.
