No. I shut my eyes, and my damn ears. I didn't need her apologies. It'd only make me forgive her faster than I intended to. It'd make a fool of my anger.

“I'm sorry, Vince…” she was trying to touch me again.

I pushed back quickly. “Don't do that. Don't fucking apologize. I don't have the heart to forgive you. And don't try touching me if you don't want me pinning you on my bed and having my way with you. Do you understand?”

Again, she was appalled. Her blared eyes; arched brows. ...