Page 64 of Perfect
“You’re adjusting to our relationship poorly, and the last time we had sex was concerning, so it’s off the table until things between us get better.” He looks at his plate, making a face. “Believe me, I wish this was going better,” he mutters.
“No, you just wish you were getting laid.”
“You’re drunk and you’re being an asshole, Alex. I’m not going to fuck you just because I want to.”
“Oh,that’snew.” He shoots me a warning look.
“Don’t.”
“You could always justrapeme again,” I say, flashing my teeth at him.
“Knock it the fuck off. We havetalkedabout this, and I’m not playing that game with you again until you learn the difference between fantasy and reality.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to face reality! We’re not together!”
“Alexandria, you’re being delusional.”
I gape at him, horrified. “I’mbeing delusional?Fuck you.”
“You have quite the temper, you know that? I didn’t expect that, and I don’t love it.”
“I do not have a temper,” I shout. Theo just looks at me, raising his eyebrows slightly, and I flush in embarrassment.
I put my head in my hands and take deep breaths. Why am I reacting so much? I used to be able to keep this under wraps, even when I was drunk, at least up until the end. Today has just been so hard.
“It’s fine to be angry, sweetie, but you haveterribleanger management skills. You should look into that.” His tone is so condescending that I want to punch him.
“Oh, and you’re the pinnacle of anger management?” His face gets somber, and he looks away from me quickly.
“Not historically, no.”
“Great! I’m sure that means you killed the last girl you stalked when you got tired of her, so when are you going to killme? I’d rather be dead than have my life taken over by my stalker that keepsmaking me fucking dinner.” His head snaps towards me, and I can tell he’s pissed.
“First, I’m not going to kill you, so knock it off. Second, Ihatehow you view our relationship. Third, you’re still barely eating anything, and it’s fucking concerning!” He gestures at my barely touched plate.
“If I eat, will you leave?”
“No. I’m spending the night.” Of fucking course he is.
“Butnotfucking me?” He laughs and shakes his head.
“Definitely not. You’re being a dick.” He takes my plate and pulls out a glass container from under my counter, starting to put the leftovers away.
“You’rebeing a dick,” I snap back. Theo snorts, shaking his head.
“Very mature response, Alex.” I slip off the stool and storm into my room, slamming the door behind me and stripping my clothes off. I know he watches me, but I’m drunk enough that I don’t care. I want any kind of fucking release, and I’m so tired of crying all the time. I want to feel good for once.
Fuck it, I’m going to push.
When I come back into the living room, I’m wearing the skimpiest bra and panties I have, and I give him a tight, forced smile. I can see him tense up and watch his knee start bouncing quickly as he folds his arms over his chest tightly. He swallows hard, clearing his throat.
“Sweetie, you looksogorgeous, but I’m still not going to fuck you.” His voice is strained.
“Fine,” I say sweetly. “I’ll do it myself.” I head back to my bedroom and pull out my vibrator, and I hear him swearing to himself. When I turn around, Theo’s leaning in the doorway of my room, his body rigid, his arms crossed as he watches me with a frustrated look on his face.
“Can you please talk to me for once instead of acting like this?” I laugh at him.
“You can stop pretending that you give a shit about me.”
