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Had it really only been a few hours ago that Matthew had pinned her up against the full-length mirror in her bedroom so that he could fuck her like a man possessed? Had it really only been a few hours since she had begged and pleaded for his cock and his cum as if nothing else in the world mattered even in the slightest? A cruel wind had blown in, and it had been more than enough to turn the tides between the two of them completely, and now their earlier rendezvous might as well have happened in another lifetime entirely. Looking at him now - it hurt, twisting the knife that had plunged deeply into her stomach the moment she had first seen him with that beautiful and mysterious woman back in the ballroom, and she could tell just by the way that Matthew was holding himself, like tempered steel that had been left for too long in the hearth and was now white-hot and threatening to shatter beneath the simplest blow, that she wasn’t the only one who was upset tonight. She had no idea what she might have done to earn his disapproval this time, but whatever it was, it invoked a harsh, humorless laugh from Matthew that she had never heard before as he finally turned around and looked at her directly in the face.
And he was livid. There was nothing fond or gentle in the sound of his voice as he said her name, and each word that escaped him afterward was more angry than the last. In that moment, she could have both slapped him across the face and kissed him desperately on the lips; they were constantly walking the thin and dangerous line between love and hate, and right now, Baby could no longer tell one apart from the other. “You look at me the exact same way that you look at every other woman in this fucking estate, Matthew; don’t you dare try to feed me that bullshit,” she said breathlessly, tremulously, fluttering towards him in the rose-gold gown he had all but worshiped her in mere hours ago so that she could jab one of her prettily-manicured fingers hard into the center of his broad and muscular chest. “And of course you have no idea who I’m talking about right now. What’s wrong, honey? Can’t keep track of your ten billion girlfriends?”
Her voice wavered, quivering just as much as the cool nighttime breeze blowing onto the balcony, and she had to avert her gaze fretfully to blink past the dewy sheen of tears that had marred her luminous brown eyes. As desperately as she tried to retain her furious composure, there was no hiding the hurt that all but radiated off of her trembling frame; he wasn’t the first man to cast her aside as if she meant absolutely nothing tonight, and she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the last, either. “A plaything. That’s what you think you are to me, Matthew?” she asked with a wobbly, incredulous laugh, looking up at him again beneath the moonlit sky overhead. “It took you less than two weeks of being my bodyguard to give in and fuck me, and even less time to leave me when the position no longer suited you. I think you know better than anyone else in the manor just how easy it is to do whatever the hell you want,” she added shakily, and she was no longer able to reign in her tears or stop them from cascading down the flushed apples of her cheeks. “Because that’s what you’ve always done, right? Collect as many hearts as possible so that you can stomp all over them when you’re done.”
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“Do not throw that in my face, Baby, not when I have to see you wrap yourself around another man like a damn vine.” He hissed before he could stop himself. He didn’t want her to know. He didn’t want her to see that it ate at his core, the jealousy and selfishness that he hated in himself. He stepped closer towards her till the air around them was near suffocating, eyes like burning steel as he tried to keep his hands to himself, because he knew the second he touched her, all reason and anger would melt away till it was nothing but white-hot devotion that left him blind.
Could she truly not see?
“I look at you like you hung the fucking sun, are you fucking with me?” He snapped, hands shaking as if he wanted to pull his hair out in frustration. “You have me. I am yours, so... so pathetically yours, it scares me sometimes. So much so that more often than not, I don’t give a shit about whether or not you think you’re mine.” He would take whatever she it was would give him, even if it meant having to feel like he was swallowing coal every time she was away. “The last time-” He stopped himself before he could continue, looking away as if having to physically restrain himself.
The last time he felt this way, it nearly destroyed him... and even then, it was never like this. He didn’t know if that was worse.
He stayed silent as he listened to her, trying his very best not to pull her close as he watched the tears stream down her face. That wouldn’t help either of them. He let out a derisive snort before moving further away because close proximity did not do for a clear head... and then there was silence. As if the earth stood still for a moment.
“What I’ve always done?” He repeated quietly as he clenched his jaw, mind working far too fast for him to keep track. “Is that really what you think of me?” Someone so callous as to do that. As if every moment shared between them... every night spent in her bed, every morning where he would hold her as if she were a piece of soul missing from his life... Did she think that meant nothing to him? As if that was just another notch in his belt.
He stood there almost stunned, staring at her... tragically still thinking she may have hung the sun. “I suppose we’re one and the same, then.” He bit out, swallowing the lump in his throat that suddenly made it terribly painful to talk. “Feel free to stomp on mine a bit more on your way out.”