His Love for Her (Carmel Springs Book 10)

Chapter 6

Bexley~

"The truth hurt?" he taunted. "Is it weakening your argument? Does it not aligned with the victimization that you're promoting?"

"You're such an asshole," I spat, practically choking on my anger.

"I never claimed not to be one," he pointed out.

"You know what? I don't need this shit, Ransom." Luckily, my anger was overriding my love for the jackass. It was fueling me to do something that was going to make me cry later, but that was a problem for another time.

"Well, too fucking bad, Bexley," he replied. "Because you're fucking stuck with me."

"Why?" I cried out angrily. "Why can't you just leave me alone, Ransom?"

"Because I fucking love you!" he roared, making me momentarily speechless. "I've been in love with you, but you were too busy wallowing in your own self-pity to notice!"

"Yeah, right," I snorted after the shock wore off. "Sure, you do."

Letting go of my arm again, Ransom shook his head. "Your insecurities aren't my fault, Bexley. So, I would appreciate it if you didn't try to make them my fault."

"I'm not," I denied.

"That's exactly what you're doing," he accused. "Not to mention that it's insulting as hell."

"Oh, do tell," I huffed.

"Did you hear me calling you a liar when you said that you've been in love with me since we were thirteen?" he snapped. "Did you hear me accusing you of lying, blaming your profession of love on all the goddamn marriages and pregnancies that are plaguing the town? Did you hear me dismissing your feelings because they hadn't matched some convenient timeline?" He stepped to me again. "Remember, you never said a word, either. Right now, I only have your word that you've been in love with me for so long. How do I know that you're not lying just to break up with me or push me to propose?"

"Because I like humiliating myself?" I scoffed, ignoring his very valid point.

"Don't tell me what I feel, Bexley," he insisted. "I love you. I've been in love with you. I just didn't want to say anything because you seemed just fine with our arrangement. I didn't want to ruin things by switching shit up."

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that he wasn't just being an alpha asshole. I also didn't want to acknowledge that I was due to start my period next week. As much as I hated men that dismissed women's emotions as irrelevant when it was that time of the month, there was no denying that PMS was real, and some of us suffered from it more than most.

Taking in a deep breath, I said, "I think that now is a good time to take a break from...from whatever this is and...give each other some space."

"I don't need space," he argued. "I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing and what I want."

"Then give me some space," I fired back.

"Why? So that you can make another date with your lawyer? So that you can find another way to break things off with me? So that you can spend the rest of the night convincing yourself that I'm nothing but a liar, despite never having lied to you ever?"

"Space to figure out what I want now," I clarified through clenched teeth.

"Oh, because I'm not what you want anymore?" he asked, but he didn't sound angry anymore. His voice sounded low and raw, and the only time that I ever heard him speaking like that was when he was inside me.