Meadow’s POV:

I felt the urge to step back, but I forced myself to stand my ground. Glaring up at him, I answered: “Didn’t feel like it when you asked me to get out of your office.”

“I didn’t ask you to get out—”

“Oh but you were so repulsed by the idea of me loving you that you couldn’t even fuck me?” The laugh that escaped my mouth was mirthless. No emotion behind it, just plain and painful. “Do you at least agree with me on that? That your dick went fucking soft ...