Scarlett POV
I couldn’t take it anymore.
First the favor-trading, then the guilt trip, now this soft, coaxing voice.
Did he have an endless supply of tactics?
Could he simply behave like a regular person for five minutes?
Who the hell needed him to “take care”?
If anything, it should be the other way around.
He was the one who wanted this, not me.
I shoved myself out of his arms, sat up, and glared at him.
“We’re in your mother’s house. Keep it together before you make a scene and embarrass both of us. I will actually kill you.”
I got out of bed.
The earlier worry that he might force me was gone.
After watching him try every angle and still back off when I said no, I knew he wouldn’t cross that line.
But I also didn’t want to share a bed with him anymore.
He couldn’t
