Page 112 of The Loathing

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

AMORA

I pace and pace until I don’t know what else to do with myself. With each stride I take, anger consumes me a little more. This was really happening. Realisation sinks in and my stomach bottoms out. I inhale sharply and I feel my blood boiling. I fall back and sit on the edge of the queen-sized bed which sits in a ridiculously sized bedroom, I stare at the plum-coloured walls. I focus on that colour as I try and push the anger from me. What is it going to change? Nothing.

What’s done is done.

My eyes narrow on the plum wall. What a boring colour. My fingers tingle and the urge to paint my feelings onto a canvas are screaming inside of me, but I soon silence them.

I crinkle my nose and let out a heavy sigh.

The doorknob twists and my head snaps round to see who it is.

The Wolfe.

Or the Hunter.

Wolfe enters the room, sauntering along the wooden floors. His greased black hair is slicked back, his defined jaw giving his face a certain edge but not in a good way. He isn’t like the beautiful men I read in my books; he isn’t handsome like Titus.

My heart squeezes in my chest.

“My sweet Amora,” his voice is low, his hand reaching for me as his fingers glide down the side of my face and I freeze.

“I’m not yours,” I snarl, jolting away because the feel of his fingers on my skin is enough to make acid burn up my throat.

“Don’t be like that, it’s not a nice way to treat your husband now, is it?”

I swallow, nerves ricocheting deep inside my stomach, but I don’t let him know that. I don’t even give him the satisfaction of changing my facial expression.

“I won’t be nice to you; you want a perfect wife that obeys your every command like some perfectly trained dog?” I scoff, covering my mouth with my hand for a moment, “You won’t get that with me, I won’t do as you ask, I’ll disobey your every command because I can. You want the perfect wife but I’m not perfect, far from it actually…” I pause for a moment, and I see Wolfe’s eyes darting back and forth between mine. “Still want me?”

“Even more now,” he winks then sits on the edge of the bed. I scoot over, careful not to wince as I do because I am sore, but I do not want to be anywhere near him.

“You will join me and my brother, Hunter for dinner at seven p.m.,” he shuffles but I stay frozen to the spot.

“Will I?” I retort back.

“Yes.”

I say nothing, rolling my lips.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“A little yeah,” I admit, letting out a breath.

“And why is that?”

“Because like I said before, I’m not obedient, I don’t follow orders,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “Are you a little thick?” I lick my lips and hide my smirk.

“Are you really going to put up a fight?”

“Absolutely,” I snort, shaking my head from side to side.

“Then you’re a damn fool,” Wolfe snaps, his teeth grit and his jaw is wound tight.

“Maybe,” I shrug, “rather be a fool than weak.”

Wolfe says nothing, just stands.

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