#Chapter303
Leopard never changes its spots. Sadly, for me, it’s all the proof I need that he will always be an arsehole incapable of being what I need.
/"It’s a strip club!! Of course, women pushed themselves up against me, it’s what he pays them to do. Doesn’t mean I did anything about it./" His tone is frosty, to say the least. Eyes boring into me across the room like knives with a backwards scowl and yet I cannot read him at all anymore. All his tells are gone, his manner cold and his eyes so stormy grey now I lose my courage and look away. That tremor of fear in me when connecting to an older version of him and all my faith, hopes and dreams shatter to the floor.
The energy in the room bubbling between us as two hotheads take different approaches to be raging mad at each other. I’m not him, I cannot cool my jets when faced with a pain that could kill me. I want to rip his stupid fat head off.
