His eyes turn sinister, his lips curving in arrogance. He states, "We play when I say we're playing. It seems to me you want to play."
"I don't," I state.
"I don't believe you," he claims.
I glare at him.
He warns, "If you want to let your jealousy rule your actions, instead of being mature enough to understand why I need to do what I do, then that's your choice."
"Jealous? I'm not jealous," I declare.
He grunts. "Sure you aren't."
"And this isn't about maturity!"
"Yes, it is."
I fire, "I told you no other women!"
"You missed the entire lesson, didn't you?" he seethes.
I continue, "And you didn't bring just anyone. You brought someone close to you. Someone who still has it bad for you!"
"Shh. Keep your voice down," he orders.
"Why? So your piece on the side can't hear?" I accuse.
He covers my mouth.
I shriek, but it's muffled.
"Enough of this outburst," he demands.
I push at him, but he's too heavy.
He doesn't budge, except to lean into my ear. He states, "I'm not telling you this again. I'm not a Dom who plays around. She's here for your benefit...for you to learn. And if you don't trust me soon, your days in my bed are limited, understand?"
Fear fills me. I hate everything about the possibility of what he threatens. Yet I can't stand the thought of him and Aria together.
She's beautiful. Her body is smaller than mine, which normally I wouldn't care about, even though I'm in L.A. and would be considered bigger by many people's standards. Yet it suddenly makes me feel insecure. And the worst thing is that she has something with Riggs I don't. The intimacy between them was undeniable. Watching them together was like taking a knife and stabbing my heart over and over.
Disappointment washes over him. He slowly bobs his head from side to side. "You don't get it, do you?"
I stay quiet, my insides quivering with anger and swirling with hurt.
He traces my lip, admitting, "I kind of like your jealous streak."
"Not funny."
"I'm not laughing."
I claim, "I'd rather not be with you than see you with her."
He holds his breath, studying me, finally saying, "I know you don't mean that."
"I do," I insist, then add, "And that goes for any of your other women."
"It's to help you," he reiterates.