Chapter Twenty-seven: I Wish I Never Told You

I didn't think about what I did until I saw his expression. I had never been so scared of him until then. I shifted slightly to the door, my eyes not leaving his face.

"How dare you hit me?" He asked again, and I felt heat rising to my face.

"I'm sorr—sorry," I squeaked. "It was an accident." I didn't know why I apologized when he was totally at fault, but I was terrified then.

"Hmmm," he voiced, rubbing the area on his face. "I didn't think you had it in you."

“I get it. You don’t want me to fall in love with you. No worries about

that! I wasn't planning on falling in love with the devil anyway!!” A lump rose in my throat. “You turned a memory that should have

been sacred into a mockery, and you think that makes me feel alright?” I whispered. Tears spilled over my lashes as

I looked away and turned to the glass. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

Silence fell in the backseat of the limo. I waited for him to apologize for his wrongs,

to say he was sorry.

Instead, he said in a low voice,