Page 25 of Twisting You

I was determined not to let this drop. It hurt way too much to just let him go with yet another thing.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he grumbled, glaring at the floor. “I know it’s selfish, but I can’t let you go.”

“You can’t do that to ME!” I roared and the tears dropped from my eyes “You want to keep me on a piece of string until you can have me! That’s beyond selfish, Xavier! It’s inhuman!”

“I can’t and I won’t let you go,” Xavier said firmly and took a step towards me. “I told you I denied you, I told you I didn’t want you. I take it back.”

“You can’t take that back!”

“I’m not letting you go.” His eyes were black, the green lost in his need.

“You’re cruel!” Tears dripped down my cheeks. “You want to keep your wife and you want to have me on the side!”

“You’re my mate, Chloe.”

“Then leave HER!”

“I won’t do that.”

I brushed the tears from my cheeks. “So you keep me until when?” Hurt crippled through my chest. If I could hate him I would. My emotions wouldn’t let me right now, but I knew deep down I had a very deep hatred for him.

“Until I know what I want.”

My mouth hung open. “Can you hear yourself? How selfish you are being?”

Xavier’s face was stern. “After Saturday, I realized I can’t let you go. So I’m not going to.”

I brought my hand with force against his cheek. “You disgust me,” I spat, taking a few steps back away from him. “I won’t let you string my emotions along like that. And you have another think coming, if you think I would go along with this.”

“I won’t let you deny me, Chloe.”

“Someone has changed their tune.” I crossed my arms and glared at him, the disgust evident in my eyes. “I’m not fighting our separation anymore. It’s happening.”

“And you say I’ve changed my tune,” Xavier shot back at me. “I’m not letting you let me go, Chloe. Not even if it is the right thing to do.”

Turning my back on him, the tears leaked down my cheeks. “I didn’t think you had it in you to hurt me even more. Guess I was wrong.”

I yanked the door open and stormed down the corridor. I was well aware of the tears that stained my cheeks and I was well aware of the pain in my eyes. But I could not bring myself to cover them.

I thought being denied was the worst heartache you could feel. How wrong I was!

Being used by your mate. That made me hit a whole other level of agony and depression.

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