I might as well have told him the sky was sunny because he didn't so much as blink in my direction.
Keeping the sheets wrapped around me, I got off the bed. "How could you? How could you do that to me!? I'm talking to you, you sick asshole!"
He pulled a file out from the wardrobe and placed it on the table.
"You should shower and go down for breakfast. It's getting cold." His eyes were fixed on the file as if it were more fascinating than my breakdown.
His nonchalance poured gasoline on my fury.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What was the point of drugging me when you've been having s*x with me anyway?"
He finally up, his hard eyes locking with mine. "I've always wanted to f**k someone unconscious," he said simply. "It had to be you."
My lips parted from the shock of his words.
