Venus resigned herself to the fact that she had no choice but to face Malcolm. He wasn’t giving her any alternative. And it pissed her off that she had reverted to a pathetically weak crying nincompoop and not someone stronger—a woman who would spit in his face, scratch his eyes out, kick him in his balls and then tell him exactly what he could do with his ‘necessary’ destruction of her.
She wanted to laugh at the idea that he thought her desperate enough to swallow that load of bullshit. Since when was obliterating someone’s self-esteem necessary. The f**k it was.
He must think she was gullible. Gullible… naïve… needy.
She wouldn’t deny she had been all those things in the past, but she’d made a concerted effort to change. And to think she’d patted herself on the back for supposedly l
