I needed time to at least talk to Simon and explain there was somebody else—but Spencer wouldn’t listen…
I had mind blowing sex last night but I didn’t remember making this official. I still needed to talk to Simon, at the very least he deserved—he deserved someone better than me. That was what this all boiled down to. I had turned into the one thing I used to despise, a careless, thoughtless, wishy-washy, Barbie and a slutty one at that. Everything had felt so good in the moment, but I was drunk and not thinking. What am I going to say to Simon? Fuck, what am I going to say to Spencer?
“Don’t,” he said, chuckling and holding his hand up to me. “Don’t even start with the excuses. You chose to be here with me. Why the fuck do you keep doing this to me if you’re in love with him?” he roared, slamming his fist into the mattress.
“I don’t know if I’m in love with him—”
Cutting me off, he stood from the bed, and his deep voice shook the walls as he spoke. “Now!” he spit, as he moved closer to me. “Choose now!” he growled.
“I can’t,” I said back as sternly as I could.
“You can’t or you won’t?” Taking a step back, he turned from me shoving his hands through his tousled hair, the muscles in his back flexed, and I nearly went knees to the floor.
“You can’t have us both, Elizabeth. You either stay with me, be with only me, love only me—or fucking leave.”
His words were raw and savage as he turned back to face me. I couldn’t talk, so I simply stared up at him. This isn’t happening, is it? Things were perfect five minutes ago, now everything is just wrong. It’s all wrong.
Coming quickly toward me, he grabbed my upper arms, taking me to lie down on the bed. He stared into my eyes before running his hand up the inside of my thigh. Two fingers slid deep inside me. Who am I kidding? Just seeing him made me aroused and arguing with him only made it worse.