Chapter 16
Markus’s forehead struck the guestroom door repeatedly, after he slammed it louder than he had his bedroom door.
He needed to hit somebody, and the most logical—and available—target at the moment was himself. The pain was a relief from the stew in his mind. “You f*****g idiot.”
He stepped back from the door and sank onto a stool in the corner. There he sat for a time, clutching his head, confused and unsure about why he continued sitting there, punishing himself.
What does she want from me? He was not an easy man. He knew that. He was closed and callous. Sometimes, cold. Always intense. Nicola accused him of being emotionless and uncaring while dealing with women.
After his divorce, he blamed himself for a while, wondering if he had been too focused on Blackthorn Corporatio
