Possibilities

・☆《Part Forty-Three》☆・

Jumping back from the door and the drunken man, she said, "Levi. Don't do this. Please let me leave."

"I have all night, baby. I just want a second chance." He pulled himself away from the door, but didn't move. Blocking her from her escape. "Give me a second chance."

"I can't do that." My phone. I can lock myself in the bathroom and call the police. I just have to—

He stepped forward. Renna stepped back. "Of course you can. Come here." He reached for her.

She expected him to be slower. Expected the distance between them to give her an advantage. However, as she turned to run, his grip wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back. He tugged her towards him and tried to take her in his arms, but with her free arm straight out, her hand hitting his chest, she stopped him.

"No," he said, trying to pull her in. "I said come here."

She pushed against his chest. "Do you think this is going to change my mind about you?"

"All I want is to be near you."

"I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want—"

He cut her off. "You want a kiss?" Shutting his eyes, he leaned in, puckering his lips.

She pulled back and shoved his face away with her hand. "No. I don't. I want you to leave and never come back."

"That hurt," he said, placing his hand over his chest, feigning heartache.

"I don't care."

The grip around her wrist tightened. In a split second, he changed. Features sharpened. Eyes darkened. "You think you're too good for me, don't you?" he growled, leaning in to get as close to her face as possible. "Little miss perfect. Never does anything wrong."

Fear prickled in her chest. "That's not—"

"Well, you do—have—make things wrong. You did this. It's your fault." He stuttered out his words, but his anger never faulted.

Her brows pinched together. "How is it my fault?"

"You made me do it."

He's joking. He has to be. What the hell? "How? I never wanted it."

"Exactly. You should have—If—" He paused to glance her up and down. "You're gorgeous and always teasing me and then refusing to give it up."

Her stomach twisted. "That never happened."

His tight grip made her hand throb. Fighting only made him squeeze more. She gave up. It pinched. She couldn't get free. It wasn't worth the pain to continue to try.

"Oh, you knew what you were doing right from the start."

"I wasn't doing anything. I told you from the beginning that sex was off the table and you kept pushing for it."

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. "Because who wouldn't want sex?"

"Me," she stated clearly. "I told you that."