AERILYN’S POV

"Get out," I seethe, my blood boiling as I see red. "Come on, Air." his sly grin isn't something that warms my heart or causes me to bend over backward for him.

"No, I said get the hell out of my fucking house!" I grab the closest thing on the counter, which is a hard plastic container box and I toss it at his head with full force.

I watch him dart to the side, the container falls onto the couch, rolling off. "What the hell?" his hand wraps around my throat, pushing me back and I lift my knee, hitting his balls and he crumbles, letting me go.

I grab his nape, putting pressure on it as he groans lowly and I push him towards the door.

"Get the hell out of here!" I shove him out and slam the door shut, locking him out and only when he's out of my apartment, tears start to swell.

Does he really think that little of me?

A loud knock bangs against the wood and I still, waiting for the door to just break down.

"Let me back in," he growls demandingly.

I can't let him in, not again. I thought