The Wounded Love novel Chapter 20

"I'm mad. I'm really, really mad. Don't tempt me." I had clenched my hands into fists. As much as I wanted to hit him, I didn't want to hit him. He probably wouldn't even let me hit him.

"Hey," He held his hands up as an act of surrender. "You're the one who wanted to talk. I'm here to listen."

"You came to my room yesterday for sex."

"I know."

The more he spoke, the more the wanted to shove his pretty face in the toilet. "I'm not your personal whore! Yeah we've done it before, but that doesn't mean anything. You can't just come to me for sex!"

"I know." He said again.

"Do you realize how much my back hurts right now? You weigh as much as a freaking bulldozer, but I let you sleep on me. I froze my ass off for you. I could've woken you up and kicked you out, but I didn't. All for what? So you could leave before I even woke up? So you could ignore me?"

The son of a bitch nodded his head.

So I continued. "You almost choked my ex boyfriend, you guys engage in some creepy conversation about blood brothers or whatever the f@ck you were talking about, and then you just walked away from me!"

"I know." He said again.

I took a really deep breath because I was planning on doing a lot more yelling. "You came to me for a distraction! I am not a distraction, I'm a human being. You have the nerve to come into my room-?

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened. "Do you mind? We are having a private conversation." I grumbled. The lady quickly ran out.

Dante opened his mouth ready to talk. I spoke instead. "I swear to God, if you nod or say 'I know' one more time, I'm going to drown you in that toilet full of shit."

"You're mean." He observed.

The bathroom door swung open again, but we didn't need to ask the girl to leave. She looked about sixteen, but I could tell by the look of horror on her face that she was probably only twelve.

"I left because I didn't know what to say to you. My problems are my problems, it wouldn't be fair to burden you with them, to involve you in any of it. But hey, at least give me some credit for bringing you to bed."

"All I needed was an apology." I confessed. "And maybe a good bye. You suck at goodbyes."

"Because I don't want to say goodbye to you. I want to keep seeing you. As for the apology, I'm really not good at those."

As corny as his excuse for not saying goodbye was, it was sweet, and made my heart swell to ten times its size which was probably his intention. "I'm not good at keeping my balance, but I still try." It wasn't meant as a joke, I was being completely serious. All I wanted was for him to show that he cared.

Of course, he found it funny and let out a low laugh, it gave me butterflies. "I saw you fall on your face that day in the lobby. You remember, the day you were ogling me."