“Spill.”
So I do.
Not everything—not the graphic details of what happened at 4 AM against the window—but enough.
The intensity followed by the ice. The forehead kiss that felt more like a dismissal than affection. The three hours of being ignored while he took calls like I wasn’t even in the room.
“And the worst part,” I say, staring at the ceiling, “is that I know better. I know this is fake. He’s told me repeatedly that it’s fake. I’m the i***t who’s developing feelings for someone who sees me as a business arrangement.”
Queenie is quiet for a moment.
“Can I be honest with you?” she finally asks.
“Please.”
“Nathaniel told me the same thing when we first got together. Men like them sometimes push others away because they believe they are protecting them. Nate was scared his job ma
