let this man not be treating her like a fucking slut. “You’re sorry.”
“Yes.”
“Well.” She swallowed past the sudden lump in her stupid throat.
“It can’t happen again, Sofia.”
“Oh? Why not? Is it my boob size? Too small for you?”
“Please.”
She turned and faced him at hearing his beg. The just accept my words with no question , no explanation beg. As-the-fuck-if. No, he fucking had some explaining to do. “Okay, fine. Confess. What’s your fucking hang-up? You have issues, who doesn’t?”
“Look Sofia. I like you too much to…to take this any further. Trust me. It’s a compliment.”
“A compliment?” Her face strained with a frown. “ A compliment?” She gasped a laugh. “Well thank you Daniel. Thank you for such a wonderful compliment.” She got up and found her shoes and slipped them on. “Oh,” she added, fingers trembling as she yanked the laces, “thank you for finding my G-spot. Now I can teach the next freaky motherfucker who comes along exactly how to finger me.” Without looking back, she made a beeline for the bedroom door. “Don’t forget to call me if you ever need a quickie, and I’ll put my heart on the line for you, you piece of fucking shit!”
The final insult came on a strained sob and s he jerked the door open desperate to escape the humility.
F ingers bit into her arm and without looking back, she yanked but he held fast. “Baby—”
Baby? !
S he whirled around and punched him, fist connecting good and hard with his face. He grunted and grabbed his nose and Sofia was suddenly torn between running before the shit hit the fan and running to the bathroom for a towel to stop the blood pouring out of his nose. Or mouth? “Shit, shit, I’m sorry,” she squeaked, panicking. “I didn’t mean it.”
He stumbled to the bathroom looking dizzy. She followed closely, reaching hesitant hands toward him but not touching. The shock that she’d actually decked him sank in. “Daniel, I’m soooo sorry.” He leaned his shoulder against the wall of the bathroom, yanking the black towel off of the towel bar.
“That was a good fucking punch Sofia. Where’ d you learn that?” he gasped.
“I didn’t, I mean, I’ve never…I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I hit you, I’m not like that—“
“I deserve it, trust me,” he whispered, pressing the towel to his nose like this happened to him all the time.
“What can I do?”
He sighed and hit the wall with his back, closing his eyes. “Not hate me for one.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered.
Chapter Seven
“I’m cooking breakfast for you, no arguing,” Sofia said.
Daniel watched Sofia fold his blankets that he’d gotten from the hall closet. After the whole nose busting ordeal, he’d asked her to stay, then he slept on the couch when he realized his mistake. He recalled what she’d said. Whatever you need, I got your back.
It was that. Those words made him realize how stupid he was being. It was a mistake having her in his life beyond just sex. Bad enough he’d broken the one sided sex rule, then he invited her into his personal space. He was opening a door and she was walking through it without a thought to herself. It was wrong to allow it when he knew it was just a dead end for her.
She had his back. Like he’d ever trust a woman to that degree. No, he had his back. His mother had had his back. She’d been the closest thing to normal that he could remember, but his five year old memory was getting more fragile every year. When she’d died, she’d taken normal with her. Leaving him with a hurricane nightmare that seemed to gain speed and strength as it entered the warm waters of his puberty.
Fuck. To forget would be salvation. To not remember the past. Then Sofia would be with a normal man right now, not some fucking pervert with a sick need to deny himself, to punish himself. And to use her to do it.
Worse, he realized his sexual needs were hardly satisfied with her.
“Yes.”
“Well.” She swallowed past the sudden lump in her stupid throat.
“It can’t happen again, Sofia.”
“Oh? Why not? Is it my boob size? Too small for you?”
“Please.”
She turned and faced him at hearing his beg. The just accept my words with no question , no explanation beg. As-the-fuck-if. No, he fucking had some explaining to do. “Okay, fine. Confess. What’s your fucking hang-up? You have issues, who doesn’t?”
“Look Sofia. I like you too much to…to take this any further. Trust me. It’s a compliment.”
“A compliment?” Her face strained with a frown. “ A compliment?” She gasped a laugh. “Well thank you Daniel. Thank you for such a wonderful compliment.” She got up and found her shoes and slipped them on. “Oh,” she added, fingers trembling as she yanked the laces, “thank you for finding my G-spot. Now I can teach the next freaky motherfucker who comes along exactly how to finger me.” Without looking back, she made a beeline for the bedroom door. “Don’t forget to call me if you ever need a quickie, and I’ll put my heart on the line for you, you piece of fucking shit!”
The final insult came on a strained sob and s he jerked the door open desperate to escape the humility.
F ingers bit into her arm and without looking back, she yanked but he held fast. “Baby—”
Baby? !
S he whirled around and punched him, fist connecting good and hard with his face. He grunted and grabbed his nose and Sofia was suddenly torn between running before the shit hit the fan and running to the bathroom for a towel to stop the blood pouring out of his nose. Or mouth? “Shit, shit, I’m sorry,” she squeaked, panicking. “I didn’t mean it.”
He stumbled to the bathroom looking dizzy. She followed closely, reaching hesitant hands toward him but not touching. The shock that she’d actually decked him sank in. “Daniel, I’m soooo sorry.” He leaned his shoulder against the wall of the bathroom, yanking the black towel off of the towel bar.
“That was a good fucking punch Sofia. Where’ d you learn that?” he gasped.
“I didn’t, I mean, I’ve never…I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I hit you, I’m not like that—“
“I deserve it, trust me,” he whispered, pressing the towel to his nose like this happened to him all the time.
“What can I do?”
He sighed and hit the wall with his back, closing his eyes. “Not hate me for one.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered.
Chapter Seven
“I’m cooking breakfast for you, no arguing,” Sofia said.
Daniel watched Sofia fold his blankets that he’d gotten from the hall closet. After the whole nose busting ordeal, he’d asked her to stay, then he slept on the couch when he realized his mistake. He recalled what she’d said. Whatever you need, I got your back.
It was that. Those words made him realize how stupid he was being. It was a mistake having her in his life beyond just sex. Bad enough he’d broken the one sided sex rule, then he invited her into his personal space. He was opening a door and she was walking through it without a thought to herself. It was wrong to allow it when he knew it was just a dead end for her.
She had his back. Like he’d ever trust a woman to that degree. No, he had his back. His mother had had his back. She’d been the closest thing to normal that he could remember, but his five year old memory was getting more fragile every year. When she’d died, she’d taken normal with her. Leaving him with a hurricane nightmare that seemed to gain speed and strength as it entered the warm waters of his puberty.
Fuck. To forget would be salvation. To not remember the past. Then Sofia would be with a normal man right now, not some fucking pervert with a sick need to deny himself, to punish himself. And to use her to do it.
Worse, he realized his sexual needs were hardly satisfied with her.
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