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Oh. I had been trying to forget all about that night, but
he had to bring it up. Of course, since I left him
dumbfounded. Not a lot of people has the chance to push
back on Maddox. I gave him a taste of his own medicine,
and he obviously didn’t like it.
I stopped sweeping and held the broom up, leaning my
arm on it. “Oh that. Did the cold shower help?”
“It didn’t. I had to use my hand.” If I didn’t know better,
I’d say there was a note of petulance in his voice.
“I didn’t need to know that.”
He shrugged, quite nonchalantly. “You asked, I
answered. Can I borrow your hand next time though?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. “That’s going to be a hell no,
Coulter.”
His lips twitched, and I almost rolled my eyes. “You’re
boring, Garcia,” he taunted once again.
“I’d rather be boring than be your next hookup.”
Anything was better than being his next meal. To put it
simply, Maddox was a lion – it was quite easy to see the
resemblance. When given meat, lions pounce without a
second thought. They devour their meal, messy and
savagely. Once they’re done, they spit out the bones, and
with a belly full, they walked away.
That was Maddox.
He devoured anyone in his path, without care of the
consequences, and he’d spit out the bones once he had his
fun. Guys like Maddox would play with you, tear you apart,
layer by layer, piece by piece and then lay you down –
fragmented and empty -- because they took everything
from you.
Maddox pushed away from the wall and took a step
toward me. “You hate me that much?”
He actually looked curious, as if he wanted to pick apart
my brain to see inside, to delve into my thoughts. He
wanted to see beyond my wall. Too bad, he was the wrong
person to break through it.