“Christian, I saw the text. That’s what I know.”
“That text was not meant for you!”
“Well, fact is I saw it when your BlackBerry fell out of your jacket, while I was undressing you because you were too drunk to undress yourself. Do you have any idea how much you’ve hurt me by going to see that woman?” She doesn’t pause for breath. “Do you remember last night when you came home? Remember what you said?”
Hell. No. What did I say last night? I was just mad at you, Ana. Shocked by your revelation. I want to say it, but I can’t find the words.
“Well, you were right. I do choose this defenseless baby over you.”
My world grinds to an abrupt halt.
What does that mean?
“That’s what any loving parent does. That’s what your mother should have done for you. And I’m sorry that she didn’t—because we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now if she had. But you’re an adult now. You need to grow up and smell the fucking coffee, and stop behaving like a petulant adolescent.” She’s on a roll.
I frown, and gape at her in all her glory. She’s naked except for sensational underwear, her hair a mahogany cloud spilling down to her breasts, dark eyes wide and desolate. The anger and hurt roll off her in waves, and in spite of all that, she’s stunning, and I am utterly lost. “You may not be happy about this baby,” she exclaims. “I’m not ecstatic, given the timing and your less-than-lukewarm reception to this new life, this flesh of your flesh. But you can either do this with me, or I’ll do it on my own. The decision is yours. While you wallow in your pit of self-pity and self-loathing I’m going to work. And when I return, I’ll be moving my belongings to the room upstairs.”
She’s moving out. She’s leaving.
She is choosing the baby over me.
Panic overwhelms me. It’s like a knife in my guts.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to finish getting dressed.”
leaving. I step back. “Is that
are impossibly wide as she scrutinizes me. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” she says quietly, and turning back to the mirror she
don’t want me?” There’s
she says, as she
she be
about leaving.” The abyss opens and yawns in
it’s usually not a good sign.” Her disdain drips from every word and pushes me closer to the abyss. Pursing her lips, she dabs on some lip gloss oh-so-fucking casually while I’m
bed, and sits down. I watch her, completely at a loss. She pulls them on and stands to face me, her hands on her
Fuck.
boots and lingerie, her hair wild, she’s
A Dom’s wet dream.
My wet dream.
My only dream.
to tell me that she loves
Seduce her, Grey.
It’s my only weapon.
know what you’re doing here,”
Is that a chink in her armor? Hope flares briefly in
She feels.
steps back and holds up her hands, palms toward me.
my wife,”
you abandoned yesterday, and if you touch me I will scream the