16

“What are you doing here, Rosianna? I came here to rest my head. You are not supposed to be here,” he stated simply when he got really close to me.

His close proximity was messing with my head. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with what he said. “I'm not here for you,” I managed out.

He moved closer into my personal space until his body was pressed against mine. “You know what, Rosy? You really shouldn't follow a man like this just to get fucked.” He sounded amused.

I interpreted the message a few seconds later and sputtered with indignation. I shoved him really hard, but it was like trying to move a wall, although I got him to take a step back.

“You arrogant, conceited, delusional bastard! I would not fuck you if you were the last man on earth!” I shouted, angry. His words touched a nerve.

Clearly, he was enjoying himself, looking so amused. “Temper, temper. You look so good even when you're feigning anger.”

“I'm not feigning anger. I'm angry, you sonofabitch!”

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