“But you touched her?”
“See, you do have feelings for me, too?” He says hopefully. “You wouldn’t care if you didn’t.” He smiles. “This is good. This is progress.”
“Did you touch her?” I sneer. “And so, help me god, don’t you dare lie to me.”
“No.”
“Did she touch you?”
“Eliza!” he snaps. “Just drop the fucking Stephanie thing, okay? It means nothing.”
“Did. She. Touch. You. Or. Not?”
He puts his hands on his hips and drops his head.
Anger boils, and the need for more information takes me over. “What, did she kiss you?”
He rolls his eyes. “This is supposed to be a special conversation between us. Momentous, even. You are completely wrecking it.”
“Did she give you a hand job?”
He glares at me.
“Did she suck you off?”
“Enough!” he barks, betraying his guilt.
Horror dawns, and I step back and stare at him…what the hell? “Let me get this straight,” I say softly. “What you’re telling me is that you have feelings for me?”
“Yes.” He smiles hopefully. “I do.”
“And how long have you felt like this?”
“A long time. It feels like forever.” He takes my hands in his. “You’re everything to me, and I want to make a go of it. Tell me you feel the same.”
“Did you blow in her mouth?” I ask flatly.
“Eliza, for fuck’s sake. Drop it. This is about you and me.”
That means yes.
My anger explodes. “So, you went to another woman when you claim to care for me, and you ejaculated down her throat?” I cry. “How did it feel? Did you blow hard? How was her face, Nathan, when she was drinking you down? Were you thinking about me then, huh?” I scream as I completely lose control.
He glares at me.
I picture her on her knees in front of him and him looking down at her. Disgust fills me.
“You know what? Just get out.”
I go to the window and turn my back on him. Hurt runs through my veins.
“If this is your other side, Nathan, then I don’t want to know him.”
Silence hangs between us.
“I said, get out,” I repeat.
“Eliza.”