Hateful obsession

Chapter 12

Charlotte
"Body language can't lie."

I don't trust people even if I'm a human too. They are fickle, prone to mistakes and most often have no idea what they are doing.

They are useless, tasteless, and should not pollute the air with their breath. This contempt for people has been inherent in me since I grew out of childhood and gradually learned what the world is.

I also don't believe in the goodbye system. People don't get two or three chances with me. One mistake, one death. Forever.

Those who have crossed the line once will do it again if given the chance. It is forbidden fruit, delayed gratification and glorification sought. If they try once, they will be forced to try again.
   Then another one.
   And one more thing.
   Until they become animals pursuing their basic needs.
Like Cade.

   Giving them a chance to get close to the line, let alone cross it, is the epitome of stupidity, so in the future I need to stop relying on my emotions so much.

My zero-tolerance policy may paint me as cold and heartless, with absolutely no feelings, but it's better than being labeled as a soft-hearted loser who needs help, which often overlaps with my terrible personality.

I knew what it did to people. To me, How caring too much could tear a person apart from the inside. There was nothing I could do about it then, nothing I could stop or prevent. That's why I had to hold on to the towel and get up off the floor. Humiliated and dirty, even if that orgasm was the best in my life. It didn't matter.

But now I'm older, wiser, tougher, and I've sworn never to let that happen again, and even if Cade broke that promise for a few minutes, I'll get up and move on like it doesn't matter. Because he's not my king. I'm his queen. Not his, but his world's queen.

The fact that I can stand in a pool of blood without a problem - my own and others - proves what a strong woman I am and how much I don't care how others see me. They are no better, so why does anyone think they can judge?

The guy in my grip will barely be able to breathe, his eyes will be swollen and his face will be covered in mucus and blood from how hard I hit him so who said a man is stronger?
I have often met such bastards who thought that they could ambush me during my Russian life. But they have strength, but only the brain of women can strike so that the enemy will remain unconscious.

"What are you going to do?" Cade asked, watching as I tied my towel tighter. "Be stubborn, or be a good girl and come with me?"
I walked closer to him, fighting the urge to hit him. I threw my head back a little because it was terribly funny how taller he was than me.

"Cade..." I emphasized his fake name again, the one I live with in the guest house, and slowly straightened the collar of my shirt. "You know that you are too pathetic to give an orgasm for a woman who hates you."
"You're wrong." He grabbed my hands in his. "Just because your body craves me doesn't make me pathetic."

I broke free from his grip and narrowed my eyes, but then, just silently, as if his words hadn't made my volcano of anger even stronger, I walked past him, deliberately touching him.

"Try calling and take your rat, sorry, Lin without taking a single step in this house and oh yeah, be a nice boy and take my things too. I'm definitely not going with you." I managed to shout, pushing the massive door, going out into the street.

The rather cool night air in the summer made me shiver a little and my skin get covered with goosebumps and I hugged my waist with my hands. But the fresh air that I inhale through my nose makes my lungs burn a little less.