"And I know what I felt wasn’t one-sided."
My brows pull together.
"What does that even an?"
"It ans," he says, stepping a little closer, "I saw the way he looked at ."
There’s sothing in his voice now.....conviction, like he’s held onto that belief for a long ti.
"Treated differently. Trusted more than anyone."
Fuck this guy is fucking delusional.
A small, bitter smile tugs at his lips.
"We had sothing."
I shake my head imdiately.
"No."
"That’s what you think," he snaps back.
"That’s what you’ve convinced yourself."
"I don’t need to convince myself of anything," I shoot back.
"He married , Aaron."
I don’t have to tell him the conditions under which I and Zane married....he doesn’t need to know that cause I for a fact know Zane isn’t gay at all...his thick length pulsing deep inside and the way he handles my body doesn’t hint at him being gay. AT ALL.
The reminder cos out sharper than I intended but I don’t take it back. I watch as Aaron’s expression darkens instantly.
"Yeah," he says.
"And you think that just happened?"
"What is that supposed to an?"
"It ans everything changed when you showed up," he says, his voice rising again
"Everything."
I stare at him, my chest tightening.
"You’re talking like I ruined sothing that was never there."
"It was there," he insists.
"I felt it."
"That doesn’t an he did," I say, my voice firm now.
His jaw clenches.
"He did.
"No," I shake my head again, slower this ti.
"You just wanted him to."
That hits a nerve, I see it in the way his expression twists and the way his hands curl slightly at his sides.
"You don’t get to tell what I felt," he says, his voice low again.....dangerously low.
"I’m not," I reply just as quietly.
"I’m just telling you what reality looks like."
The silence that follows is tense nd heavy.
"I was sure," he says after a mon
"I was sure he was going to love back."
Sothing about that line settles in my chest in a strange way. Because there’s no doubt in it, no hesitation
And then his eyes lift back to mine, they are hard and cold again.
"Until you showed up."
There it is...clear bla placed entirely on .
"Oh please....What’s this thing wit people and blaming for taking Zane away from them, when he was never even yours in the first place?. It’s getting boring and it’s pissing off. First it was Claire now it’s you."
"Oh that fucking bitch Claire...I should have twisted her wrinkled neck when i had the chance to, for thinking she had a chance with my Zane."
I scoff. "Your Zane?."
Aaron lets out a breath through his nose, like he’s been waiting for this mont.
"Yes," he says
"He was mine... until you ca into the picture."
I just stare at him...beecause what? What am I even supposed to say to that? As for this very mont, I don’t even recognize the person standing in front of .
This isn’t Aaron.....atleast not the one I knew.
Not the one who stood beside during training, correcting my stance. Not the one who dragged out of danger, who told to stay behind him.
This.... This is soone else entirely and it hits all at once, all the respect I had for him? Gone, wiped clean and replaced with sothing else. Sothinb between disbelief and disgust.
Who is this delusional fool in front of ? How did I not see this? How long has he been like this?
My chest tightens again, but this ti it’s not fear. It’s hurt, because not again. Not another one...Not another person I trusted turning out like this.
Aaron scoffs under his breath when I don’t respond imdiately.
"You don’t get it," he mutters.
Then he starts pacing slightly, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to get the frustration out of his system.
"I was his right-hand man," he says, his voice picking up again.
"Do you even understand what that ans?"
I don’t answer.....i just watch him because clearly, he’s not done and he’s beginning to sound repetitive now it’s getting tirinh.
"I was the one he trusted," he continues.
"The one who handled things when they got ssy. Fighting. Killing. Cleaning up after him. I was good at that stuff.
There’s pride in his voice.
"And he knew that. That’s why I was there. Not because of you, nor because of anyone else. ."
He stops pacing and looks at again, he’s eyes hard. Then his lip curls slightly.
"And then you showed up."
There’s so much bitterness in that one sentence it almost makes flinch.
"And suddenly, I’m not that anymore," he says.
"I’m your bodyguard."
He laughs
"Your freaking bodyguard."
Like the word itself disgusts him.
"Reduced to babysitting you," he adds.
"And oh, don’t even get started on how stupid you are."
My brows draw together, but I don’t interrupt.
"Can you stay put even once when you’re told to?" he snaps.
"Just one fucking ti?"
His voice rises again.
"It’s always ’I want this, I want that.’ Running around like you don’t understand the kind of world you’re in."
His hand gestures wildly now.
"You’re reckless and Selfish."
Each word hitting harder than the last.
"You don’t think about anyone but yourself."
My jaw tightens.
"I could have died. Do you hear ?" he continues.
"Countless tis. Because of you."
There’s real anger there.....built ip and stored for a long ti.
"And every single ti we got back from the ss YOU created..."
He lets out a humorless laugh.
"...he took it out on ."
"I’d stand there and take it," he says, his voice dropping again.
"Then I’d co back the next day..."
His eyes lock onto mine.
"...and act like everything was fine."
His jaw clenches so hard I’m worried he will break a tooth.
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