Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Because yes, that nagging feeling, that urge for confrontation didn’t leave
me. It was still there, more silent than before, but still damn too annoying for
me to ignore.
Pushing myself off of him, I exhaled and looked up. I had to force myself
to say the following words, not because I liked unnecessary drama, but
because I couldn’t let it go without a fight.
Some part of me just wanted to get in bed with Maddox, let him do
whatever he wanted to me, but another just couldn't let that happen without a
confrontation, it was aching for it.
“Go to sleep” I tapped his chest, “I’m gonna finish cleaning up and head
to bed too.” I nodded to myself and pursed my lips.
Just when I was going to turn around and get back to the kitchen, his hand
shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me against him.
“You’re joining me in bed tonight.” He demanded and I frowned.
“No, I’m not. I’m still mad, in case you’d forgotten what you did
yesterday.”
“You can be mad at me in bed.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “No, I can’t. You’re gonna take a shower and
get some damn sleep— Lord knows you need it, and I’m going to do the very
same thing, but in my own bed.” My own fucking uncomfortable and cold
bed.
I pulled my wrist free of him and stood my ground even though inside, I
was fighting all of my instincts.
“You’re cute, baby. Acting like you have a choice and all.” He smirked
but I could see a dark spark in his eyes. He looked like he was through with
this sham of a fight.