Chapter 183
“That was already a given,” I muttered.
“I’m saying it anyway,” she shot back. “You don’t get to blur lines just because you feel like it.”
My jaw ticked, but I said nothing.
“Fourth,” she added, “you don’t control me outside of this.”
That one made me smile, “That’s not how this works.”
“It is for me,” she said immediately. “You don’t get to tell me where I go, what I wear, who I talk to. This”-her voice tightened just slightly-“this doesn’t give you ownership over my life.”
I took a step closer, “You’re asking for a very specific kind of arrangement,” I said.
“I’m setting boundaries,” she corrected.
I held her gaze for a long second then gave a short nod, “We’ll see.”
“Fifth-”
I cut her off with a dry, mocking laugh, “There’s more? You’re writing a whole manual over there.”
She made a face, her nose crinkling in genuine annoyance. “We don’t catch feelings. None. Not a single one.”
I let out a loud, harsh laugh, shaking my head. She sounded so young, so incredibly naive.
“I’m serious,” she insisted, “It’s not just about love. I don’t want your concern. I don’t want your care. I don’t want your protection or your special attention. I don’t even want your hate. And I won’t give any of that to you. We use each other when we need a fix, and that’s it. We ignore each other the rest of the time.”
I kept shaking my head, a mocking grin plastered on my face. “Do you honestly think I fall in love every time I fuck someone? You really have a high opinion of yourself.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Maybe not after once. But repeatedly? People get… attached. It’s biological.”


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