Chapter 40

I stand my ground despite my lip wobble, biting on it to hide it. I won’t back down for the bastard, not when it comes to this. I spent too many years letting others control what happened to my body.

“Fuck this shit.”

Alexi pushes past me moodily, knocking me sideways, so I almost tumble over and grabs his shirt from the couch in a swipe of aggression. Reverting to spoiled little man-child and throwing an epic tantrum. He storms to the kitchen and slams around glasses and bottles of booze. Seems he’s good at making the rules but does not like listening to anyone else’s, and I’m surprised he does hear. He is being ridiculous over something so minor. My temper finds root and surges like a bushfire.

“Oh my fucking God! Are you seriously having a tantrum because I won’t let you use and abuse my body for your sadistic games?” I feel all ounces of self-control fly at his boorish, abusive arsehole act and impulsively throw a scatter cushion at his back. It’s not my crowni