This man is talking like we live together. Like everything is going to be fine between the two of us. We just had sex. Does he think that’s it? That we can just pick up right where we left off and start a happy life together? It’s not happening.
I’m too tired, hungry, and way disappointed in myself for letting my stupid lady parts control my actions to argue right now. And since when did he go to medical school to become an OBGYN? With the way my * opened up and said dive right in, my eggs more than likely did a cannonball straight into his sperm.
“Peanut butter and jelly is fine. I do have one more question, though.”
“What is it?”
I sit down on the edge of the bed and rest my hands firmly in my lap. He moves to stand directly in front of me.
“Well, more like two questions.”
“I don’t have time for games. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Fine. First, I’m not comfortable with someone else buying my clothes. And second, I’m also not keen on some random doctor coming here and seeing me, either. So if and when we-”
He stops me again.
“If and when we what? Fuck? Screw? Have sex? Make love? Is that what you’re trying to say? Because trust me, there will be an ‘if!’”
He ticks off one finger.
“An ‘and!’”
He ticks off another.
“And there definitely will be a ‘when!’”
My heart pounds in my chest. I know Cain doesn’t like disrespect. He’s made this loud and clear. We’re also alone here. Just like anyone else, I’m entitled to my own damn opinion. I’m also in control of my own body.
“You and I are happening, Calla Bexley. Deal with it!”
“We shall see,” I say smugly, crossing my arms over my chest.
I haven’t been called Calla Bexley since the day we got married. It sounds even better than I remember. Cain shoves me back onto the bed, covering me with his big body.
“Listen up. I have answers to those damn questions. I’m only saying them once. You can’t leave here to go shopping for clothes. I’ve told you the reason why. You make a list of what you need and I’ll give it to Priscilla and she will get them. And you will see a doctor. I may not have an education, but I sure as shit know there are more options for birth control then condoms. I don’t want anyone looking at your pretty little *, either, but there is no way in hell I’m letting anything come between you and me again and that includes a goddamned condom. Deal with it.”
His arrogance is flipping maddening. I tip my head back in shock.
“And don’t look at me like that!”
“How am I looking at you?” I say flippantly, trying to get a little of my own back.
“Like you’re wondering who the hell Priscilla is and whether I screwed her or not.”
“I most certainly am not! Who you screwed while we were apart is none of my business. Just like what I did is none of yours.”
“Bullshit. Everything about you is and always will be my business. And for your information, no, I did not fuck her. She’s married to Bronzer. They have two kids, a dog, and a damn hamster. She keeps my books for me. Are there any other questions brewing in that head of yours?”
“Not right now. I’ll ask to reconvene to discuss these facts with my client,” I laugh.
“There you go, then. Bring it on, Ms. Lawyer. I have nothing to hide.”
And this is where I call bullshit. Not out loud, of course. I know damn well he’s hiding plenty.
Tossing him a forced smile, I reluctantly agree. I’m too tired to argue with him anymore. As I follow him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, all I can do is picture myself wearing Daisy Dukes and black biker tank tops. Going braless and pantyless. God, I need to find a way out of here, and fast.
“This kitchen is amazing. The whole house is, actually. Did you build it yourself?”