Page 29 of Anger

To fucking destroywhateverI can get my hands on.

“You need to leave.”

She’s right. I’ll give her that.

Standing here feeling this way will only lead to more destruction than Blue deserves. She wasn’t the person who stole me away for those fucking weekends. She didn’t pretend to understand and care about me only to disappear for ten years.

She didn’t use me then toss me aside.

But I’m still fully focused on her.

I step toward her again, but stop immediately, pull my wallet from my pocket then pluck out money.

Tossing a thousand dollars on the table between us, I fight to control my voice.

“That’s for showing me your tits last night.”

Blue eyes the money and shakes her head, refusing to outwardly react to the implied insult.

“You can keep it.”

Smirking at that, I turn to leave the room.

“Guess it’s for whoever gets strapped to that table next. Or you can do the intelligent thing and take it. I’m sure you need it.”

It’s impressive that Blue doesn’t immediately jump for the money. But that doesn’t mean she won’t scoop it up as soon as I’m out of view.

I know her type, and she’s not dancing in those cages for the fun of it.

Reaching the door, I grip the handle but stop and look over my shoulder.

Blue continues staring, emotions I can’t interpret or understand rolling behind her violet eyes.

My curiosity about this woman is out of control. And I can’t help but dig deeper.

“Why do you think you know me?”

Her eyes hold mine, those mysterious emotions still swirling.

Blue’s not afraid, and it’s intriguing. Normally, people avoid me when I’m like this.

They run away.

But not her.

She walks toward me instead.

Stepping up so that she’s just outside of my reach, she smiles, the gentle curve of her lips lined with empathy.

“I know nothing about you. But what I see in you is familiar.”

Soft laughter shakes my shoulders. There’s nothing about me she would understand. Not the hell from my past or the bullshit I’m going through now. She’s just a fucking dancer who enjoys being in a cage.

She’s a fantasy and nothing more.

I close the distance between us, expecting her to back away. She holds her ground, though, our cheeks brushing when I lean down to speak against her ear.

She shivers at the contact, the energy between us tugging at something in me as much as her.

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