"…you had no right to send him away." I yelled, my voice echoing through the room. Christian stood there, cool and collected, his expression unreadable. Then slowly, that wry, maddening smile graced his face. It made me so furious I almost couldn't breathe.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You can cheat on me but I can't date anyone? How twisted can you be? You—you asshole."
I grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at him with everything in me. He caught it effortlessly, that infuriating smirk still pastered on his face, as if mocking me for thinking I could land a blow.
I hated that I didn't have the power to bring him to his knees. What I wouldn't give to be able to do that.
Christian was good at hiding whatever he felt behind that damn smile. That fucking mask of his that never cracked. I hated it. I hate that I never knew what he truly felt. I wanted to rip it off his face, to make him show something, anything real.
