With Every Heartbeat (Forbidden Men, #4)(102)

“But...you’re mine.” She stomped her foot, the pinch in her eyebrows a pathetic glare. “I created you. I—”

“You what? You created me?” My mouth fell open, wondering what the heck that was all about.

“Yes.” She hissed at me. “You were nothing. A pathetic little naive, gullible nobody. So malleable and easy to control. Just like Zoey.”

“Zoey?” I croaked. I didn’t like hearing her name come from this woman’s mouth, this woman I thought loved me and loved being with me, this woman who’d lied to me and broken my trust. “What does Zoey have to do with this?”

“Nothing.” Cora shrugged. “You just reminded me of her. That’s why I chose you.”

I shook my head, more confused than ever. “Excuse me? Did you say you chose me?” She made it sound like she’d taken a trip to the pet shop to pick out her next lapdog.

A sick nausea churned in me when I realized that’s exactly how she’d always treated me. Like a lapdog, someone to fetch her slippers, rub her feet, make her breakfast, lick her *.

She sent me a proud, triumphant grin. “The night of the auction, I did choose you. Like a shy, lost little puppy. It reminded me of how Zoey had always been. So I knew I could do to you what I’d always done to her.”

I clenched my teeth as my stomach tightened with dread. “And what exactly did you always do to her?”

Her grin turned sly and mischievous. “Whatever I wanted. You see, timid, lonely people like you two are starved for a little attention. All I needed to do was feed you both a couple compliments, and you were devoted to me for life. Zoey will do anything for me, because I’m like, I don’t know, her god, I guess. She worships the ground I walk on.”

I tipped my head to the side, more curious than anything. I probably should’ve been mad to learn she thought so little of us. I should’ve felt hurt and incredulous. Well, okay, I was incredulous. And mad and hurt. I couldn’t believe she’d always been this way. I guess I’d just been too stupid and naive and gullible to see it. And okay, maybe I was angrier than I thought, because knowing she’d done the same exact thing to Zoey flamed the fire.

“So, Zoey and I are just puppets to you? And I was like your...arm candy?”

“Arm candy?” She brightened and then laughed. “Yeah, I like that term.”

“Well, I don’t. You can go now. I think I’ve heard enough.”

Grabbing her arm, I dragged her a little more roughly than I should’ve toward the door. As I pulled it open, she began to resist.

“Hey, I’m not—”

“I don’t care. Your gullible, naive creation just grew a mind of his own. Get. Out.” As soon as she stumbled into the hall, I slammed the door. She started to pound, but a minute later, I heard Ten’s muffled voice. Seconds after that, she was gone. And my roommate returned.

“So.” He glanced around the room as if looking for broken furniture. “What’d she have to say?”

I slumped onto the sofa and picked up my pizza, but I couldn’t eat it. “Quite a bit.”

“Lots of begging and forgiving, huh?” Ten snorted and shook his head. “Figures.”

“No, actually. She never said sorry. She never begged. She just snapped her fingers and then told me to come to heel and return to being her gullible, naive lapdog.”

Ten paused, scrunched his eyebrows together. “Come again?”

I gave him the basic rundown of everything she’d said, to which he hissed, “That f*cking bitch.” When he turned toward the door as if to leave, I caught his arm. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m going to go find her and punch her in the f*cking lady parts. That’s what I’m going to do. How dare she? How—?”

I sniffed and shook my head. “Wasn’t like she lied, though. I was her—”

“Oh, don’t you even,” Ten warned, pointing a finger at me. “Don’t let her lies get to you. You’re a good person, Hamilton. You have a gentle, caring heart, and ugly, vile people like her will always try to take advantage of that. But I said it once before, and I’m going to say it again. The world needs more people like you. So don’t even think about turning hard because of this, or I’ll never forgive you.”

“So what do you expect me to do? Just keep being a weak, stupid—”

“You’re not weak. And you’re sure as hell not stupid. It takes more guts than I’ll ever have to open up to people the way you’re willing to.”

I tossed my piece of pizza back into the box and buried my face into my hands, aching to hurt something as violence brewed inside me. “I was such a fool,” I admitted, my voice muffled in my hands.

“Well, now you’re wiser. Never trust cruel, heartless bitches. Life lessons learned. Let it teach you, but don’t let it tear down who you are at the core.”

I started to nod, before I shook my head and frowned at him. “Wait. That doesn’t sound like anything you’d ever say.”

“I know,” he grumbled and rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing but f*cking talk shows on when I’m home between classes and football practice. And all they talk about are feelings. Man, we’re seriously going to have to get cable before my balls turn into ovaries.”