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him and it hurt the way it should have done, makes me feel that at least he got a little taste of his own medicine.
    I approach the bed slowly debating whether to sit or just get the fuck out of here. Shit, he hurt me so much. My body is aching from when he took me. I can still feel my pussy throbbing from the force.
    “You made me cry!” he blurts out as he looks up at me. He stares at me directly in the eyes and the words bounce of my ears.
    “You practically forced yourself  on me!”
    He shakes his head in denial, “If I did you wouldn’t be lying on the bed.”
    I was laying on the other side of the bed as far away from him as possible. Which was silly in the grand scheme of things.
    “I was rough. You hurt me. I needed you to know what it felt like.” He moves closer to me. I keep my eyes on him trying not show any emotion as he’s only a heartbeat from me. He starts to put my lose hair strands in place behind my ears like he does whenever he’s next to me. My hair’s a bit coarse especially when it’s not blow dried, being mixed race it still has a bit of the African kink in it. Especially now, it looks wild. Instead, Roy is looking at me like a tamed animal. Someone he wants to calm down. As he kisses my forehead I close my eyes. I can’t open them, when he’s just a few millimetres away from my lips.
    “I’m standing there waiting for you, excited about our plans... our plans for the weekend. I had two meetings, I had them early so that when you came I could spend time with you. I was like an excited kid about spending time with you, I couldn’t even focus in the meetings.”
    He kisses my lips and I keep my eyes closed. To digest what he’s saying and not be mesmerized by his emerald eyes staring into mine.
    “I get a text from Hudson. He sent a photo of you, in the dress.” I thought he was looking at something on his phone. I noticed when he put the phone up, but didn’t realise. The sneaky bastard, the sneaky little shit. He kisses my lips again. “I started to get pissed and paranoid. You with him. Drinking. I was going wild, waiting and waiting.” He brushed his lips against mine.
    “Then, came the kiss. A photo from an unknown number. You came through and I was fucking annoyed,” he kisses me again this time smoothing my hair down.
    “You’re so beautiful. You’re mine.”
    I open my eyes to look at him. He seems startled.
    “So, why lie?”
    He pushes himself back to look at me directly. “Lie?” he says as he raises an eyebrow.
    “You told me, you wanted us to be together and who do I see on the plane. He gets up in anger.
    “Sometimes, Deborah Withers, you’re so stupid.”
    “What?” I screech out loud. He’s insulting me?
    “If you’re going to act so dumb, maybe you’re not the woman I thought you were, maybe—”
    “You need to be with Stephie?”
    That’s the woman he thinks I am, but I’m nothing like her – I’m not beautiful, intelligent or anything else.
    I’m just a mixed race, geek trying to act like a beautiful butterfly. To think that Roy will ever be interested in someone like me as a partner is just ridiculous. Roy puts on his clothes and storms out of the room. I don’t even try to stop him. I sit on the bed deflated thinking about all that he has said.
    The photo, the bar, Hudson taking photos and I realise Roy is right.
    I am stupid.

Chapter Eighteen
    I wake up and shower. One of the girl’s knock on the door to ask about brunch and if I’d be having any? She looks on the floor to see my ripped dress and her eyes widen at the sight of it. I pretend not to notice and agree to come up. I left my dress there in case Roy came back but he never did.
    Then again, why would he?
    Eagerly I change in case Roy’s in the house and I make my way up the stairs in my summer dress to the dining room. I debate about what to wear and realise that she never said anything about anyone joining me, so it will most likely be only me eating. Betty doesn’t do