His eyes swim, searching mine. ‘You don’t mean that. I know you don’t mean that. ’
‘I mean it. ’
His chest is expanding on each deep inhale, his hair in disarray and his frown line a crater across his forehead. The distress splashed across his face is like an ice spear through my heart. ‘I never meant to hurt you. ’ he murmurs.
‘Well, you have. You’ve trampled into my life and trampled all over my heart. I tried to walk away. I knew there was more than meets the eye. Why didn’t you let me walk away?’ My voice starts to trail off as the gravel in my throat starts to win the battle and tears start to pinch at my eyes. Damn me, I should have listened to my instincts.
He starts chewing his bottom lip. ‘You never really wanted to walk away. ’ His voice is barely audible.
‘Yes, I did!’ I blurt on a sniffle. ‘I fought you off. I knew I was heading for trouble, but you were relentless. What happened? Did you run out of married women to fuck?’
He shakes his head. ‘No, I found you. ’ He steps forward, and I remove myself from his reach.
‘Get out. ’ I say calmly, my body shaking, my brea
thing hitching – all evidence that I’m far from calm. I barge past him, knocking his shoulder.
‘I can’t. I need you, Ava. ’ His pleading voice is going to haunt me for the rest of my days.
I swing around violently. ‘You don’t need me!’ I fight to keep my voice solid. ‘You want me. Oh God, you are a dominant, aren’t you?’ Flashes of all our sexual encounters pass through my mind at a hundred miles an hour. He’s truly fierce in the bedroom and pretty fierce outside it too.
‘No!’
‘Why the control issue then? And the dominance and commands?’
‘The sex is just sex. I can’t get close enough to you. The control is because I’m frightened to death that something will happen to you…that you’ll be taken away from me. I’ve waited too long for you, Ava. I’ll do anything to keep you safe. I’ve lived a life with little control or care. Believe me, I need you…please. . . please don’t leave me,’ He walks towards me, but I step back, fighting the instinct to let him swathe me. He stops. ‘I’ll never recover. ’
What? No! I can’t believe he’s being so cruel as to use emotional blackmail. ‘Do you think this is going to be any easier for me?’ I scream, the tears starting to flow rapidly.
The little colour that was left in his face drains out before my eyes. He drops his head. He has no come back to that. What can he say? He knows what he’s done to me. He’s made me need him.
‘If I could change how I’ve handled things, I would. ’ he whispers.
‘But you can’t. The damage is done. ’ My tone oozes contempt.
He looks up at me. ‘The damage will be worse if you leave me. ’
Oh God. ‘Get out!’
‘No,’ He shakes his head frantically, taking a step towards me. ‘Ava, please, I’m begging you. ’
I move away from him, mustering up my most determined expression, swallowing constantly to keep the lump in my throat at bay. This is so incredibly painful. This is exactly why I couldn’t see him. I’m so angry with him, but seeing him so whitewashed is heart-breaking. I have to keep reminding myself that he’s let me down in the cruellest way. He’s misled me, deceived me and, essentially, bullied me into bed with him.
You let me fall in love with you!
He stares at me, the pain in his sludgy eyes immeasurable. I’ll cave if I don’t look away –so I do. I drop my gaze to the floor and silently beg him to leave before I fall apart and welcome the comfort he always gives me.
‘Ava, look at me. ’
I take a deep breath, turning my eyes to his. ‘Goodbye, Jesse. ’
‘Please. ’ he mouths.
‘I said, goodbye. ’ The words carry an air of finality that I really do not mean.
He searches my face for such a long time, but eventually, he abandons trying to find any scrap of hope in my eyes, he turns, and he silently leaves.
I provide my lungs with the desperate rush of breath they need, walking on my unstable legs to the window. The front door slams, vibrating through the house, and Jesse appears, dragging himself to his semi-abandoned car. I flinch, letting out a sob as he smashes his fist through the window of his car, sending shards of glass spraying all over the road. He throws himself in and repeatedly punches the steering wheel. After what seems like years of watching him pound on his car, he roars off, tyres screeching, car horns blaring.