Chapter 113. Gut Feeling

I jerked back again from the kiss, my hands still gripping her waist, but now my fingers dug in with bruising force.

The tenderness vanished in a heartbeat.

Anger and rage of frustration flooded my chest like gasoline on a dying fire.

“Why the fuck won’t you stop pretending?” I growled dangerously, the whiskey in my system making it rougher.

“What do you mean...?” she asked.

I didn't reply.

I yanked her forward again, slamming her body flush against mine, but there was nothing gentle in it now.

My eyes bored into hers, inches away, searching for the hate I knew had to be there.

“You think I can’t see through this shit? The soft eyes, the tears, the way you’re kissing me like I’m...?”

I paused and looked away.

“Stop. Just stop it, Aria. Stop pretending already. It's driving me crazy. I told myself I can play too but knowing it was never real in the first place... wrecks me inside.”

She blinked, startled, her hands still loose