“Can you blame me if I believe all this was just your bruised ego acting out because I slapped you?”
He smiled again, that infuriatingly unreadable smile. “Would you blame me if it were?”
“Noooo……. A egoistic man like you would definitely stoop that low.”
"OOuch, it hurts, baby..... after coming clean.... those words f*****g hurt."
He looked at me intensely and gestured for me to offer my hand.
When I didn’t move, didn’t reach for the ring, he gently took my hand in his, his fingers warm against my skin, and slid the ruby ring onto my finger.
It was a perfect fit, the rich red stone glowing against my skin. The gesture was intimate, possessive, and utterly unnerving.
“What are you doing?” I finally managed to blurt out, pulling my hand away.
That man was infuriating, and I was losi
