12
Emma
“This is ridiculous!” The words burst out of me as soon as Marcus and I are alone in our room. “You can’t keep doing this!”
He lifts a dark eyebrow. “I can and I will—for as long as it takes for you to accept the inevitable.”
“The inevitable being that we’re going to live together?”
His smile is pure arrogance. “Exactly.”
Argh! I want to slap him so badly my palm is twitching. We’d had such a good day together, and he’d been so sweet to my grandmother during dinner that I’d almost forgotten what he’s really like.
A ruthless, manipulative bastard who’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Which, for some bizarre reason, happens to be me.
I’m so f****d—and not just literally.
Gritting my teeth, I focus on the issue at hand. “I am not moving in with you.” I enunciate each
