Chapter 42. You're Mean

I stared up at Colt, my eyes narrowing by the second till they became incredulous slits.

It all makes sense now. 

Asking me here so suddenly, fucking my brains out and bringing up this discussion right in the middle of fucking my brains out.

Antony and Cleopatra my foot.

“You never changed.” My voice came out hurt, wondering how the hell I fell into his trap twice?

His head snapped back, his face confused. 

I pushed him off and hurried to the bedroom. The lamps flickered now as if in agreement with my rage, as our shadows appeared on the opposite wall, stretching across the length of it.

“Olivia.” he grabbed my arm. 

I whirled around and shoved him, yelling, “get your hands off me,” without a care if anyone heard me.

The confused and hurt look in his eyes annoyed me even more.

Fuck. How stupid had I been? He was such a good actor.

“Will you at least talk to me?” he thundered finally as I threw his bed-covers a