❦ Rosalind ❦ My eyes widened as I realized what he meant to do. No way was I letting him leave me high and dry.“Don’t. Fucking. Dare.”“What do you want?” he asked matter-of-factly.Protection? Companionship? Freedom?I told him none of those things.“I want you to finish what you started. Then I want you to leave me the fuck alone.”He was pushing me off his thighs as I spoke, and I fought the sting of tears in my eyes at his blank expression.Would it hurt him to just be soft? To communicate? To treat me as something more than the heiress whose name graces the property deeds and a warm body to fuck?We were married but I couldn’t even call us friends. Just acquaintances trying to one-up the other and fucking whenever we breathed in the direction of each other.I got off him, struggling to button my jeans when a large hand swept over the table, sending everything crashing to the floor.The booth door slid closed with a soft rattle.His arms trapped my waist and bent me over the now
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