Page 33 of Heal Me

"You need to call me by my name more often. I like the way you say it."

"Oh, fuck off, Bondar."

"I read you like an open book, darling," he whispers and puts his hands on my sides, blocking my exit.

"Oh really?" I take a sip from the glass to moisten my dry lips and calm down my frantic heartbeat a little. "Then maybe tell me something that I don't know about myself?"

Danylo crosses his arms on his chest and smiles, I don't pay attention to his muscles, which have just become several times larger, from this gesture. Because of course, I don't care.

"At school, you were the best, I noticed this when you knew the answer to every question that boss-doc asked, but something happened in your life that destroyed your little heart, and now you are trying to be arrogant and selfish," he comes closer again. "I don't know who destroyed your heart, Amelia, but you are not who you pretend to be, the time will come, and you will have to take off the mask," Danylo makes a satisfied face and seems to pat himself on the shoulders, he thinks he has exposed me.

And I hold back tears. How I hate this bastard. He thinks he knows everything about me, but he doesn't. He doesn't know the hell I've had to go through and continue to go through every day. He doesn't know what it's like to hate every part of your life and wake up thinking you want to die.

I take care of myself. I won't cry. Not today. Not because of Danylo. He is not worthy of my tears.

"Do you think I don't read you like an open book? You are a spoiled son of a father, who, to spite him, is dating an older woman. And really,

Bondar, what did you find in her?"

"You don't know what you are talking about." Now I read anger on his face.

Oh, is he angry? Perfectly.

"You too," I hiss through gritted teeth.

"Come on." He takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.

Fortunately, no one notices. His grip is so strong that I don't have the strength to break free. He opens someone's room and pushes me inside.

"What if someone noticed that you were taking me upstairs? What will your girl say, huh?" I cross my arms on my chest.

"What are you doing here, Amelia?" he stands straight like a soldier and also crosses his arms.

"Where? In this room? Let me think. I don't know, because some fucking idiot forced me here."

"No," he comes closer, I rest my legs on the sofa. "What are you doing at my party? In my house." In his house?

I shut my mouth. I didn't know it was his party.

He runs his hand down my bare shoulder, breathing heavily over me.

"Do you like to drive me crazy?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Do you like to play your games with me, darling?"

My heart beats faster because he speaks so slowly and quietly. This is him. He's the only one who drives me crazy.

"Why did you wear such a short skirt?"

His hand goes down to my skirt. I can feel his fingers on my skin.

He runs his finger over my lip.

I don't like it.

Well.

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