“Absolutely not,” Christian snaps, glaring at me like I already agreed to it.
My mouth drops open as I stare back at him, and I surprise myself when I discover that I’m…I’m pissed.
The rational part of me knows very well that he’s doing this to protect me. But still – my hackles raise when I see him again controlling me, again willingly locking me away in this box, when he’s gone out and got himself a girlfriend –
God, if he didn’t already prove enough to me that I don’t matter him by not talking to me for three days, and then showing up with a girlfriend after we spent the night together, but now?? Now I’m being offered a chance to get out of the house – which is what I want – and he’s mad at me for even considering it!?
God, what a f*****g d**k.
I snap my mouth shut and glare at C
