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unwanted thought.
    The last thing I need right now is my brain telling
me off for feeling good for the first time in months. And it’s
only a fantasy, something that will never happen. Something I’ll
never let happen.
    I get up, dropping my towel and changing into my
nightgown, but just as I'm about to crawl back into bed, I hear a
motorcycle coming down the road.
    You should apologize, I told myself, even
though with my skin still flushed from the orgasm that I fantasized
he gave me. I knew it was the right thing.
    I didn't treat him fairly, and if I'm going to be
staying much longer, I'm going to need to make it right. To thank him
for standing up for me and protecting me, to let him know that I
appreciate his concern. That things are good between us.
    But when he comes in with the blonde woman that had
tipped me earlier, the same one who laughed at me as I was being
assaulted?
    All bets are off.
    "What the fuck Kaiden?!" I screech,
looking from him to her, feeling absolutely and utterly humiliated
once more. Here I am getting off to the thought of him, thinking of
how caring and sweet he was, and he just has to come home with
another floozy? The same floozy that embarrassed me not six hours
earlier?
    "Oh, Abigail. I didn't realize you'd still be
up," he says, his voice reeking of disappointment as he goes to
the fridge and grabs himself a beer. "You want something?"
he asks the woman he was with.
    She half stumbles around before leaning against the
kitchen table and stares at Kaiden's ass. "I'm good, sugar,"
she coos, her voice slurred, and I want to smack her.
    "I want her out of our house right now," I
scream, more pissed that Kaiden seems so calm.
    He stands upright, pulling off the cap of the beer
bottle with his bare hands, taking a long drink.
    It looks like he's already had a few from the way his
face is flushed, and that pisses me off even more.
    He looks between me and his 'date' for the night,
shrugging his shoulders.
    "Get out," he orders her, casually.
    "What?" She looks confused, not sure if
it's a joke, and she laughs. "You know I don't have a ride."
    "Call your old man, then," he says, tossing
her his cell phone. "He can pick you up on the way."
    Maybe it's the way he's looking at her like she has
no choice, or maybe it's because I'm trembling and looking like I'm
barely able to refrain from punching her, but she starts dialing and
goes out into the porch to finish the call. Kaiden and I stare at
each other in silence before she finally returns.
    "He can't get me," she says, and Kaiden is
suddenly enraged, turning on her.
    "I said get the fuck out. This isn't my fucking
problem, you cunt," he snarls with a scowl, and I wonder if he
picked her because he saw her laughing at me. If he was doing it to
punish her, or me... I didn't even know. She seems shaken by his
tone, though, and quickly makes for the door.
    "You're fuckin' crazy, Kaiden!" she screams
before slamming the door shut. Seconds later, we hear the sound of
keys scraping metal. His bike? Or my car?
    Either way, Kaiden doesn't budge.
    He stares at me intensely, his breathing hard.
    "What is it you want from me, Princess? Huh?"
    I stare at him, confused bewildered.
    "You come here, you fuck up my life, and you
take over everything. You come into my home, my job, and my friends.
And now you're the one that tells me who I sleep with?"
    His voice is this measured calm, this dark, scary
tone I've never heard him use before.
    Honestly, it's terrifying, and he looks so intense I
can barely breathe, let alone answer.
    "I can't get you out of my head, and then you
start taking over my life too," he growls, and it's like there's
a heavy pit in my stomach. I don't want him to go on, I don't want
him to keep talking, and I take a step back. But he follows.
    The kitchen is small enough that it only takes a
couple of steps before he has me pinned to the wall, one hand over my
shoulder, glowering down at me.
    At six and a half feet tall, he's built like a