Chapter 13 ~ Roller coaster
Athena
The sharp crack of my palm against his cheek rings through the room. My chest heaves with fury, and my hands tremble at my sides. The audacity. The sheer, infuriating arrogance of him.
My head is still tipsy but thanks to his insult. My mind is no longer foggy.
Alex doesn’t flinch. Instead, his lips curl into a smirk, his green eyes darkening with something dangerous. Something possessive.
But I’m mad as hell and he knows it.
“You will not insult me!” I spit.
Anger radiating off me In waves. But it’s like this man is a wall because he doesn’t seem bothered. He takes one step back, placing his hands in his pocket before finding my gaze again.
“You will not see him again.” His voice is low, but I heard him just fine.
I scoff, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “I’m not your wife, Alex. We’re getting divorced. I can do whatever the hell I want. Do you suffer from memory loss?”
His smirk deepens, amusement flashing in his gaze as he takes a slow, deliberate step toward me. “Try me.”
I refuse to back down. “You’re a sick and twisted son of a bitch. Do you know That?”
“I doubt Ariana King will appreciate you calling her a bitch.”
“You’re so annoying! Stop manipulating me. I love that woman and sometimes I wonder how she birthed a monster like you. Just leave me the hell alone. What, you want me to beg? Want me to cry?”
His breath fans against my skin as he leans in, crowding me until my back presses against the counter.
“No, Athena.” His voice is almost a whisper, but there’s nothing soft about it. “I want you to understand.”
“Leah understands you just fine, focus on her because I won’t do anything you say. So you can take your stupid commands and shove them where the sun doesn’t-!”
He steps closer, his presence suffocating and making my throat dry as I hold onto the rest of the words.
I refuse to back down, I refuse to let him degrade and insult me.
“You don’t own me.”
He tilts his head, considering me like a predator would its prey.
“Is that what you want? Me to own you?”
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My stomach turns, looking at him I wouldn’t put insanity beyond him. But I hold his gaze, refusing to let him see the flicker of
unease crawling down my spine.
“You’re disgusting.‘
His expression darkens, but amusement lingers at the edges. “And you? You’re my wife until I say otherwise, Athena. If you think otherwise, I’d be more than happy to remind you what you signed up for.”
I exhale sharply, frustration curling my fingers into fists. “You have no right-”
He moves so fast I barely register it. One moment, I’m standing my ground, the next, his fingers close around my wrist, tight and
hard.
“Alex-”
“You’re drunk,” he cuts me off coldly.
“So what?” I retort in irritation.
“It’s annoying me so, you’re going to sober up.”
Before I can protest, he’s dragging me through the hall, his grip firm despite my attempts to wrench free. The sound of the bathroom door slamming shut behind us echoes in my ears. My heart pounds as he shoves me toward the shower.
“Undress.”
I blink, my breath catching in my throat. “Excuse me?”
His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are dark and intense. “You heard me. Take a cold shower. Sober up.”
I laugh, the sound dry, disbelieving. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to strip in front of you.”
Alex steps closer, his presence overwhelming. His fingers brush against my jaw, tilting my chin up until I have no choice but to
look into his eyes.
“My patience for you has already run out, Athena,” he murmurs, voice like a blade against my skin. “Take. Them. Off!”
My breath hitches. The air between us is thick and charged. My pulse thrums in my ears, drowning out every rational thought.
I lift my chin, staring him down even as my fingers hesitantly move to the hem of my shirt. His gaze flickers down, watching,
waiting.
I should stop.
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