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He casually looks over his shoulder while still pissing. “I needed to go. I couldn’t hold it any longer. You know, if this is going to work, we are going to need better communication,” he points out.

My fists clench at my sides. “Have you ever heard of fucking knocking?!” I growl.

He flushes the toilet, and suddenly the shower goes from beautifully warm to freezing cold, to scolding hot. I screech, jumping out of the shower. “Son of a bitch!” I scream.

“Oh, if you’re done, I will jump in there now,” he states, dropping his grey sweats to the floor. He strides towards the shower completely naked, without a care in the world.

I fight the urge to look down at his dick. “I’m not fucking done,” I snap, jumping back under the spray.

He shrugs. “There is enough room for two.”

My jaw drops, stunned at the sheer audacity of it as he starts shampooing his hair. “You are a man, and I’m a woman,” I start.

“10 out of 10 for your observation, sparky.” He snorts.

I will not stab him, I will not stab him,I repeat in my mind, trying to contain my rage.

“You know what? Fine. But if I catch you looking at my body, or if you even attempt to touch me, I will rip your balls off and make you choke on them,” I threaten.

He gives me a playful wink as he washes his hair. “You going to finish showering or continue to flirt with me?” he asks.

A feral growl rumbles in my chest. I whirl around, turning my back to him and begin furiously washing my own hair. “Mother fucking moron, pervert, jackass,” I mutter under my breath.

“If we are going to give each other pet names, then I think I should get a say in what you call me,” he says from behind me.

I finish rinsing the shampoo before whirling around on him. “I swear, I will crush your dick if you continue to piss me off,” I threaten. His lips twitch, fighting a smile as his eyes start to lower down my body. “Have you forgotten what I said already? Look any lower and you’ll be choking on your own balls,” I warn him.

His eyes flicker back to mine. “Sorry. I’m a man, it’s a natural reaction.” He shrugs.

“Pfft. Of course, you’re just a red-blooded man, right? You just can’t help yourself,” I say, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Funny, rapists and sex offenders say the same fucking thing.”

Something flickers in his eyes, and he lunges forwards, his hand wrapping around my throat. He spins me around before I can react, pinning me against the cold tiled wall before he leans closer.

“Don’t ever compare me to one of those cunts,” he seethes, his vibrant blue eyes now dark and threatening as the water cascades over us.

“Pinning a woman by her throat while she’s naked. What is it they say? If it talks like an abuser, threatens like an abuser, and grabs like a fucking abuser, then guess what it is. Probably a fucking abuser,” I sneer. He blinks slowly. “Release your hold of me right fucking now,” I spit, feeling anger coursing through my veins.

“I would never hurt you or any woman,” he states fervently. “I just don’t take kindly to being referred to as a fucking rapist.”

“Never had you down for being the sensitive type,” I quip.

His jaw sets tight, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine before he sighs and steps back, removing his hand. He turns his back to me and continues showering, not saying a word, acting as if nothing happened.

I shake my head before quickly finishing rinsing my hair. I step out, leaving him to shower. I wrap a towel around myself and my hair, walk over to the toilet and flush it.

“Mother fucker!” he roars.

I smirk as I walk past, flipping him off as I walk out the door. “Take that as your warning!” I yell as I slam the door behind me.

Once dressed in another overpriced outfit, another dress. This one is plain black with long sleeves and a slash neck. It hugs every curve of my body, stopping at my knees. I grab a pair of black stiletto heels that have bright red soles. I dried my hair, leaving it down in natural waves, and kept my make-up simple, apart from the blood-red lipstick. I stare at my reflection, quite liking this outfit. It’s me, if I was a powerful businesswoman. I take a slow steady breath in. A full day of acting that I am someone that I’m not. I can do this.

I turn and grab my purse, and as I do I spot Nyx putting on his crisp white shirt. I allow my eyes to briefly appreciate thehard lines of his tattooed body as he slowly does up each button. How did I not notice those tattoos earlier? Clearly, I was clouded by anger to not take in the details of his naked form earlier. Man, I hate how good his body is.

He clears his throat, catching me eying him up. “You want to work out some of that anger on me, by all means,” he goads.

I roll my eyes and flip him off. “I’m fed up waiting for you, so I will see you down there,” I state, opening the door and walking out, not bothering to wait for his response.

I make my way down each step, holding my head high and going over the plans in my head, which was difficult considering I had no idea what to expect. I just need to keep the act up and play the long game until the night of the ball.