Scarlett POV
"How is the pain?" he asked, returning his attention back to the laptop on his lap.
Anger boiled through me as I stared at him. Was that really all he had to say?
"Last night..." I said, and he paused. His fingers froze on the keys, but his gaze never left the screen. "Why did you stop?" I asked, my voice filled with immense pain.
I really wanted an explanation because he made me feel like he wanted me too.
"That's not the answer to the question I asked you," he replied coldly, slowly lifting his gaze from the system. They landed on me—cold and empty.
"Seriously, is that all you have to say?" I asked, slightly raising my voice as tears formed at the edge of my eyes.
"Bear in mind, I can do whatever I want, anytime, anywhere," he replied, and I felt like my heart was being repeatedly stabbed.
What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he suddenly becoming so cold?
