Three weeks pass before I see him again. I don't care. It was peaceful without him.
Harrison is away at school and I'm tidying up the apartment. There's a knock. I've decided against answering my door for the time being. Nothing but nasty surprises.
It opens anyway. I roll my eyes.
"You come in again without my permission and you and I will have a problem."
He sighs. "I missed you, Honey."
I keep cleaning.
"My business with Tomassa he ended. He won't be around anymore." He starts, stepping toward me.
"You protected your son. Do you want a medal?"
"Honey," he lays his hands on my hips, pulling me into his arms. He kisses me gently. "Honey, did you miss me?"
"Not a single bit," I sneer.
He chuckles, kissing my neck. "I missed you too, honey."
"I love you too, darling."
He brushes my hair making me glare at him. He smiles, kissing me.
"It's been so long without you."
"Three weeks. And it was spent well."
He picks me up, carrying me into the kitchen. He strips me, peppering kisses down my neck.
"Are you proud of me?" He asked.
I roll my eyes. "You've lost you mind,"
He looks in my eyes. "There's got to be something. I know there is. Every human has something. What is it? Hm? Tell me."
I smirk. "How many times do I have to say it—"
He backs me further against the counter. His smile drops. "What is it? What's gonna make you love me again?"
I say nothing.
"You're driving me crazy, just..." he lifts my leg, wrapping my leg around his waist. "What is it? Tell me. Please."
Raising my head I look him in his eyes shaking my head. "There's nothing."
He chuckles. "Don't say that. It isn't true."
He steps back making me release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"I just don't want to admit it, Jessie. That we'll never be together. That I lost my destiny. That I lost you. Maybe it's best for me. For both of us. If I do."
He backed up. "I've done things...I didn't think I was capable of. Maybe I need to accept that I'm...dead to you."
I frown. So he's getting over me? Good. Then he'll leave. He'll leave and never come back—
I open my eyes. I'm kissing his him. Did I move?
I pull back. He looks over my face. "Don't give me false hope," he whispered.
What the fuck did I just do?
"I wasn't. I was just...fulfilling my duty," I whisper.
He scoffs. "Your duty? You mean that half-assed deal? Don't bother. It only makes it worse."
I swallow, fingering his tie. "For who? I enjoy your body—when you're quiet."
He lets out a derisive breath from his nose. "So what? You lust after me, but you can't stand me otherwise."
"Now you've got it, darling," I whisper in his ears.
He closes his eyes. "That isn't fair."
"Then you should beg me stop," I smirk. "Seeing you like this. Weak. Pathetic. It's amusing."
"And you just want me to suffer indefinitely?"
"I'm sure I'll get tired of you eventually, sweetheart," I kiss his ear.
He shakes his head. "I don't think this is good for my mental wellbeing. You've already driven me to murder. If I get much lower...who knows what I'll do.
He swallows, putting distance between us. "I can't handle this. I can't. I feel so desperate for you, that I'll do anything. I—"
"Just do it. Do whatever I want. You'll see, Benjamin. Like you said, we're fated. You'll never escape me anyway. You might as well get some good sex out of it."
He hung his head.
"Do it for me," I whisper.
Stepping closer, he presses me against the counter. He reaches behind me, grabbing a knife. I frown.
He takes it slashing his arm.
I watch him blankly. He sighs.
"Don't bleed on my floors," I scold him.
He chuckles. "So cold. Fine. I owe you don't I?"
He closes his eyes. "Alright. I'll do it for you."
I kiss him gently. "That's a good boy."