“A man like me,” he said slowly.
I swallowed.
He continued.
“A man like me who’d use your body and abuse your heart to exact f**kin’ retribution just because you walked away leavin’ my c**k hard?”
Well, since what he said sounded kind of stupid, I realized belatedly I might have been wrong about that.
“You think that’s the kind of man I am?” he pushed.
“Hector –”
It was then he lost control of his anger and the room went wired.
“Answer me, god damn it! You think I’m that kind of man?” he barked, I jumped and stepped back.
He advanced.
That knot in my chest spread to my belly and my heart, burning through me so I couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t touch me,” I whispered.
“I wouldn’t touch you, Sadie. Not that way.” He stopped just short of me and looked down at my face. “I’d like to knock some f**kin’ sense into you but that’s not the kind of man I am.”
At his words, my stomach clenched. Painfully.
“Maybe I was wrong,” I said quietly.
His head cocked to the side and his eyes flashed again. “Maybe?”
I reached back with both hands and grabbed my hair at my ponytail, my hands fisting in it.
“I’m confused!” I cried, “I don’t have a lot of experience –”
He interrupted me, “Mamita, I’m warnin’ you, that excuse is wearin’ thin real f**kin’ fast.”
My breath was coming in quick bursts; I dropped my hands and said, “You don’t understand.”
“Explain it to me.”
“You still wouldn’t understand.”
“Explain it to me!” he roared.
I shook my head, or more like, jerked it from side-to-side.
I couldn’t take anymore.
Not one more second.
I couldn’t breathe, my stomach hurt, my head was pounding and that thing in my chest was threatening to explode.
I had to go, get out of there, go far, far away.
I rushed around him, got to the door and threw it open but only took one step into the hall before his fingers wrapped tight around my upper arm and he swung me around.
“Take your hand off me!” I shouted.