“We only slept together two days ago!”
“And one day ago, you were interested in someone else!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Neither do you.”
“He’s Evan’s father, and God knows why he’s always here, ready to put his hands all over you.”
I push away from the wall and face him. “You have no hold over me. We’re nothing!”
“Nothing?” he leans in to me, menacing. “It didn’t seem like nothing when you were riding my–”
“Fuck you, Ryan! Are you a complete psycho?”
“Maybe you’re turning me into one.”
“Me? You’ve done it all by yourself. You showed up here, slithered into my bed. You left, then came back. You fed me a whole load of bullshit then all it took was one look at that woman and…”
He pushes me back against the wall, his hand leaning next to my head.
“I don’t want him to touch you again,” he growls.
“Well, that’s your problem, Ryan, not mine.”
“Did you sleep with him again? For old time’s sake? A nice stroll down memory lane?”
“What? You’re…you’re…”
And then his hands are grabbing my face, his mouth pressing fiercely against mine. He forces my lips apart, biting down on them. His tongue suffocates me, his breath taking my own, his rage pinning me down.
His hands are in my hair, pulling me in towards him, pressing his marble body against mine. He sharply pulls away then, panting onto my lips, but holding me tight.
“I can’t accept it. You can’t be with him, not after you’ve been with me. You…you can’t do it, Christine.”
“I can do whatever I want,” I tell him, meeting his gaze. “I can sleep with whoever I like.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Just me. No one else.”
