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“You’re just not how I imagined you’d be.”
“What type of man do you think I am, then, Miss Monteiro?”
To be honest, I have no idea. But instead, I reply, “I’d say the arrogant alpha type.”
“If that’s what you’re into.” He smirks with confidence.
“I also believe there is more to you than you’re letting us know.”
He doesn’t answer and we continue to walk toward the main attractions where it’s getting more and more crowded. So much so that I grip Aaron’s arm to not lose him among the people.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to lose you,” I mutter.
“Is that a way of saying you want to be closer to me? Because that can certainly happen.”
“You have to stop flirting with me, Aaron.” I can’t let myself succumb to him, not at the price of being insignificant to a man like him.
“I will stop flirting with you when you stop denying our attraction.” I swallow at his comment, knowing I’m throwing away a perfect date because of my issues. “You feel our chemistry as much as I do. There is nothing wrong with it.”
But you, Aaron, you are wrong.
“This is just a game for you.” I cross my arms over my chest as he stops walking to position himself in front of me, frowning his eyebrows.
“A game?”
“Yes. You want me because you can’t have me.”
He is the hunter and I’m the prey, it’s not a healthy connection between us, it’s a twisted role-play. The moment I am in his bed, he will stop paying attention to me. And I will have to suffer the consequences of being humiliated.
“I’m just a challenge. I can’t have a good time and be…” My voice quivers as I finish my sentence. “I can’t be… insignificant.”To you or to anyone… not anymore.
“Who says you have to be insignificant?” His tone is serious, deep.
I narrow my eyes, determined to prove my point. “That agreement of yours. Women play by your rules, you fuck them, and when you’re bored, you pretend they never existed… insignificant. You can’t expect me to bend to your desire just because you are used to getting things your way.”
“It is the only kind of intimacy I can offer, yes.” He admits with sincerity.Who would ever agree to that?“I don’t do the whole nice boyfriend thing. I’m not that type of man.”
He’s right, he’s not. He’s the type of man mothers warn their daughters about. The one who screams of every shade of bad, breaking the good girl innocence. The one you know you should stay away from, but has turned your own body against you. A sinner, a danger you cannot escape. Wolf trapped me from the start.
“I’m not insignificant,” I repeat, looking at my feet, denying my unwanted attraction for him. “Once you get what you want from me, you’ll lose interest.”
I glare at him as he stares at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “So you think that I just want to fuck you once?”
“Pretty much,” I reply, not breaking our eye contact.
A sly smile curves on his lips as he reduces the distance between us. He takes all his sweet time to answer, scanning me.
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you and prove you wrong.”
I shake my head in disbelief. I’m uncertain if I dislike his dirty talk or if it’s actually turning me on.Prove me wrong…Perhaps because one night won’t satisfy his needs, and never will it satisfy mine.
“Ma belle, if something’s gonna happen between you and me—and it will—it’s gonna happen more than once. Trust me.” By the gravity of his tone, I feel it’s a promise.
It isn’t about a one-night stand. It is for a long, slow-burning ride. But a ride to where? Probably to Hell.
Using each other for our personal needs. Using our cravings to escape our darkness. Transforming our darkness to a source of pleasure. To forget.
We are caught in a spiral, without brakes or a possibility to stop the inevitable.
