Sandy’s POV
Before I could stop myself, I slapped him across the cheek, hard. My palm stung, which satisfied me. The anger burning inside me made me ignore the guilt I was feeling for hitting him. It was wrong of me to hit a person, whether man or woman but I couldn’t help it. He was hurting me, and I didn’t know what to do or how to react to what was happening.
Anthony rubbed the spot where I had slapped and turned his body away. I glared at every move he made until he faced me with a softness in his eyes. I didn’t want to falter, not yet until he explained to me why he was acting this way all of a sudden.
“I don’t have anything to say to you anymore, Sandy. I already told you what I wanted to do. I have been trying to summon the will to say this to you without hurting you,” he said an
