The Monster (Boston Belles #3) - L.J. Shen Page 0,120
take a more traditional position as a doctor. But we were going places.
When I woke up in the morning, I turned over on my back and flung an arm out to her. Her side of the bed was cold.
I opened one eye, frowning.
She was gone.
She left a note on the nightstand.
Thanks for the sex, but you are still not off the hook.
—Nix.
Aisling refused to see me the next day.
And the day after that.
And the day after.
She didn’t take my calls, didn’t show up when I drove over to her house, and wouldn’t read my text messages.
And there were so fucking many of them.
Much more than I’d ever sent anyone else.
Sam: Stop acting like a child.
Sam: All I need is to show up at the clinic if I want to see you.
Sam: You proved your point. We can renegotiate your job.
Sam: You’re getting on my last nerve, Nix, and you don’t want to see what happens when I finally snap.
Sam: This is why I never wanted a relationship.
For better or worse, the last sentence triggered her, because she chose to reply.
Nix: No one is forcing you to be with me.
Sam: That’s not entirely true.
Something was, in fact, forcing me to be with her. My lack of ability to keep away from her. Ignoring her was manageable before we fell into bed, before we spent time together, before I found out things about her. Pussy was pussy, and with my eyes closed, it was easy to imagine fucking Aisling when I was deep inside someone else.
But no one else was going to cut it now, no matter how much I wanted to turn around and walk away from her.
It was going to be difficult and maddening and definitely take me out of my comfort zone, but I couldn’t not have her, however how much I tried.
Nix: Are you going to elaborate?
Sam: No.
Sam: Have dinner with me tonight.
Nix: Not until you apologize. You moved my things into your apartment, Sam. Without asking. Who does that?
Sam: I’m assuming this is a hypothetical question.
Nix: We’ll do things my way now. And my way might be frustrating to you. It’s about what I’m comfortable with, not about making you pay.
Sam: You’re already making me pay. I’m not accustomed to not getting what I want.
Nix: Life is hard.
Sam: So am I.
Nix: You sound like Hunter.
I was.
I finally realized why Hunter was so obsessed with my sister. Why Cillian couldn’t tear himself away from Persephone. There was something addicting about a woman who gave you her everything. Something that was hard to walk away from once you’d tasted it.
Sam: I will have you, one way or the other.
Nix: We’ll see about that.
That was what she didn’t take into account.
It took a monster to destroy a monster.
And I was going to devour her whole.
Sam and I spent the next two months playing this chess game.
Whenever he’d make a move too bold, I’d retreat.
I made him work for it. Work for it like he hadn’t in an entire decade. There was something to be said about unrequited love. It taught you resilience and bravery and strength. Now, the tables had turned, and I wanted him to show me I wasn’t the flavor of the month. That I was worthy of his attention, his affection, his everything. I couldn’t allow him to take what I had offered for free for ten years.
I had to put a price tag on my absolute devotion.
And that price tag was love.
I wanted to feel loved.
As with everything he did, Sam brought his A-game to the table.
He would corner me in places, follow me, steal dirty kisses when no one was watching. Maybe another girl would have been alarmed by it, but I relished his attention. His new desperation for my touch.
He waited for me outside a Thai restaurant when I went out with Persy, Sailor, and Belle, snatching me into a dark alley and kissing me roughly, his hands between my legs pushing my skirt up.
Three days later, he ambushed me outside the clinic, dragged me into his car, and fucked me raw in the backseat, giving me a small heart attack and a raging orgasm.
Four days after, I visited his apartment to grab a dress I wanted to wear for a charity event. Most of my clothes were still at his place, and even though he’d left me the code for his apartment lock, he refused to let me take my things back to Avebury Court Manor.