Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 400

400-The Lost Mate Returns

"If you don't want to sleep with me, just let me know." He was screaming and walking around. I was getting more anxious about his constant nagging.

"It is not like that," I murmured, steadily lowering my head and calming myself down.

"Then what is the problem? Are you missing him again? Do you think about him when we are doing it?" His statement and aggressive tone made me raise my face and look at him in silence.

"No!" I shook my head, feeling cornered. I would never do that. That is disrespectful.

"Really?" he grunted, approaching me and grabbing me by my arms. "Then what the hell happened tonight?" He shook my body despite me giving him a look that I didn't appreciate him holding me like that.

"Let me go, and I will answer you," I demanded, breaking the eye contact because staring into his empty eyes was painful.

"Answer me, and I will let you go." He shook me again, making me close my eyes as I felt the pain of his nails piercing through my skin.

"What is going on between you and her?" I finally answered with my eyes closed, and when he didn't respond or shake me, I opened my eyes and made my question even clearer for him. "Is there something going on between you and Valerie?"

He was watching me back with a little hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Where did you get this from? We are good friends. And because you don't pay attention to me, I rely on her. She is very nice and genuinely cares about what I like and dislike," he yammered when I hadn't even asked him anything more than a simple yes or no question.

"What about that restroom? There is no way you two go in there and rest—," I closed my lips tightly when feeling ashamed of even talking about it.

"I don't know what to say to you. You were thinking about this while we were having sex?" He set me free and asked me in a defeated tone, "This was the time you found appropriate to question me?" He shook his head and kept stepping away until he was near the door.

"I didn't know how else to ask you," I murmured, tears running down my eyes.

"You are just too consumed by yourself, Enya. Look around; not everything is about you," he finished, walking towards the bed and grabbing his pillow.

"Where are you going now?" I asked because I thought he would sit down and we would discuss all our problems at last.

"I am sleepy, Enya. I have work to do in the morning,'1 avoiding looking me in the eye, he briskly exited the room and left me behind with million questions.

I sat down on the bed and covered my face with my hands.