Page 131 of His White Moonlight
“What are you doing?”he asked.
“Going to work.”
“I think we should?—”
“If you don’t want me to hate my life, you need to stop trying to control it.”
“I’m not trying to control it, Wrenly.I’m trying to understand you.To talk to you.”
“You can’t understand me by talking to me, Bennett.To understand me, you need to listen.Now, are you getting out of the way, or is our day going to go downhill really fast?”
He ran his hand through his hair.“I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
“For what?”
He had the grace to look confused.“Aren’t you going into work?”
“I am, but I don’t need you to take me.I have a car of my own, right?”
He closed his eyes for a second, and I watched the tremors rack his body.My satisfaction that I’d won was short-lived because I was against the wall less than a beat later, my hands pinned above my head, and his lips skimming my neck.
“You need time.I know that.But I’m not sure how much more I can give you.I gave you twelve years of what I thought was freedom.It was a mistake.Maybe marking you when you were younger would have been better for both of us.”
Although he wasn’t pressing against me, my breath left in a whoosh, and my eyes went wide in panic.I tugged at his hold.
“I am listening, Wrenly.My mate is miserable.She cries in her sleep but calms when I hold her.She feels alone and abandoned.I can give her the connection she needs.But she’s saying no to all of it.So I’m waiting and watching her misery and dying inside because of it.I’m coming undone, baby, and I don’t know how much longer the rational side of me will hold out against the instinct to make you mine.Do you understand?”
And then he was gone, leaving me sagging against the wall and panting in relief that he hadn’t tried anything.
Because a little part of me had wanted him to.
I blamed it on his hands-to-the-wall move.It was both dominating and tender.It made me captive, but I never felt controlled when he did it.Only held still.Protected, which was completely insane.
Dropping my head back against the wall, I waited for my pulse to slow then went downstairs.
He was already there, wearing a suit with one of the ties I’d purchased.My heart skipped a beat.
“We’re not driving together,” I said.
“I know.”
In the garage, he held my door open for me, but he didn’t get into the passenger seat.Instead, he took the car next to mine.
He followed me all the way to the office, which made me feel both nervous and comforted.I parked in his spot in the underground garage and felt a little bit of satisfaction when my phone started ringing.
“What?”I answered.
“Wait for me.”
I rolled my eyes, waited until his car pulled away, and got out.Was I playing with fire again?Yes.But if I didn’t establish some boundaries now, how would things change?Plus, I needed a little alone time to regroup.
Unfortunately, when I reached the main lobby, there was a line for the elevators going up.A few of the office girls were already waiting, including Milena.Her pupils dilated as she stared at me.
“Are you above the company dress code?”she asked.
“I’m not above anything, Milena.I’m rebelling to get fired.Make sure to complain to management for me, okay?”
“Too good to work for your money?You just want it handed to you?”
