Ryder's POV
"Stop pestering me, Ryder, it's not like you care about me," Tara spat, and that hit me hard.
"Why would you say I don't care about you, Tara?" I asked, worry etched on my forehead. I tried touching her, maybe to calm her down, but she slapped my hands off before she spat.
"I wanted you yesterday, Ryder, but you rejected me."
"I didn't reject you, I was just tired and confused."
"You, Ryder Rhodes, tired of s*x? That's a lie."
"I'm telling you the truth, I had just found Rogan drinking, and we had an argument before I came to the room. My mind was still all over the place."
"Even if I try to believe that, what's your excuse for not apologising that night or this morning?" Tara finally looked at me.
I was afraid to say anything that would upset her, and I tried my best t
