Chapter404

#Chapter404

I watch him for a change in his demeanor, but it’s like I haven’t said a word. He has never turned down sex, not once in the last two years when I offered it. Not that I did very often. This is the first time I have offered since all the mess of that night, so he should be jumping on it, especially with a libido like his.

/"I’m not feeling great, I want to go to training and go home to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow./" He glances at me fleetingly, not really even trying to sound apologetic, and goes back to hailing a cab and it makes me feel like stomping my foot.

Why am I the one who is trying so hard?

/"Stop it./" I snap at him; it comes out of nowhere and my voice waivers. I regret it instantly, losing my cool and baring my temper in such a way, but I have had enough of this behavior, this eternal distance and lack of effort on his part.

Does he forget what he did? What he’s doing to me?