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Pulling the duvet up to cover me, I asked in a small voice. “But what if I want it to happen?”
“You don’t!” It came out as a hard command and was followed by a softer “Trust me.”
I blinked in frustration. “How can you possibly know what I want?”
He huffed out air and finally met my gaze. “Listen, Chloe, you’re a fragile person and I have no right to touch you when I know I don’t want a relationship with you.”
“But maybe…”
“No,” he cut me off. “It’s never going to happen. I can help you heal but that’s all.”
An iron belt around my neck made it hard to speak but I forced out a meek “I see.”
“Good. So here’s the deal.” Adam squared his shoulders and took a strong stance. “I’m going to honor Ona and give you the support you need because of your donation to the wild life foundation, but as soon as the time is up, I’m out of here and I prefer that we don’t stay in contact.”
Two minutes ago we’d been kissing passionately, and now he was dismissing me and basically calling me an inconvenience.
His harsh rejection hurt, and I felt miserable when he stormed out the door and slammed it behind him.
But then the initial sadness morphed into something far more potent. Anger!
I am done taking shit from men.
And I’m particularly done taking shit from him.
And then it hit me. I hadn’t heard the car take off, which meant I could get out of here.
I can’t steal Adam’s car… can I?
Why not? He would be delighted to get rid of me, and I could buy him a brand new truck as an apology.
A plan took hold in my brain. I could drive to the ferry and leave his truck there. In a few hours I could be back in Seattle and submerging myself in a warm bath in my apartment. I would never have to see the jerk again.
