Free Release Me by Melanie Walker Page B

to be a dick I could be one too. I used his key to get inside. The dumb ass gave me one like a year ago.
    The minute I stepped inside my ears were assaulted with Breaking Benjamin screaming the lyrics to Breath. I made my way down to the gym in his basement knowing that’s where he’d be, beating the shit out of a punching bag.
    I hit the power button on the radio and the place fell quiet with the exception of his grunts and the loud smack to the bag and the chains clanking from the force of the hit. “You can leave my key right there and see your way out.” He says and doesn’t even bother to turn and face me.
    “No you don’t get to attack me in a restaurant and then leave in a huff without hearing me out.” I am now standing to his left but in a spot where he is forced to look at me.
    He grabs the bag with both hands stopping it from swinging and turns to face me. “Attack you? Are you fucking crazy? I didn’t even raise my voice, but I will here. I haven’t even begun to show you just how fucking mad I am. So do us both a favor and get the fuck out of my house.”
    He was seething raw anger. I had never seen him like this before. I knew Cal though and no matter how mad he got I knew he’d kill for me but not hurt me. “No. I have the right to explain myself and my actions.”
    He laughs but it isn’t out of humor and he points at me. “Your actions?” He yells and turns punching the bag with enough force it goes spinning away from him as it shakes from the chain. Again he stops it with both hands when it swings toward me.
    “Yes. My actions. I don’t care if you think how I handled it was good or not. I have been fucking you for close to three years Cal and in that time frame you have managed to rip my heart out time and time again and stomp on it!” I screamed the last part at the top of my lungs, my hands balled in to fists.
    “I know I did! But unlike you I was willing to fight to prove myself. I was prepared to eat shit for months to earn your trust. I was willing to walk through fire, to humiliate myself acting like a damn socially dumb romancer. I was prepared and willing to fight for you, and you come with that fucking coward’s way out? I told you before and I meant it. You want out then leave but if you send me some lame ass assistant to do our bidding I’ll fire your hot ass.”
    I was a mixture of anger, hurt and a hell of a lot turned on. I needed a grip because there was no way Cal was even thinking of me like that anymore let alone now. Annoyed and offended by the threat that he’d fire me pisses me off enough that the desire I have for him is barely recognizable. “You have contracts with Coven Relations and me so fire me if you want and I’ll sue your ass.”
    Take that….
    “Look around here Tay. Look at my bank account then look at yours and ask me if I give a flying fuck about your contract or the threat to sue me.”
    I reacted. I did something I have never done in my entire life. I slapped him across the face. 
    Hard.
    He looked at me with such fury and shock. I gasped when he used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his lip. The one I split. “I am so sorry.” I say and I am back pedaling now because we have gone too far. I have gone too far.
    He takes a menacing step towards me. “Feel better baby?” He asks and I am backing up a foot for every step he takes toward me. “Does it feel good to watch me bleed?” He is right in front of me now and my back is against the wall, literally. “To know you hurt me?”
    “No.” I say and tears well in my eyes.
    “Don’t cry. It’s a little scratch. You’ve done worse with your nails down my back. Now, get the fuck out of my home before I touch you back.”
    His voice is smooth like the finest whiskey and I know what he means by touch me and I curse my body for betraying me. I should be scared, if it was any other man I would be, but I could feel his cock, heavy and hard against my hip. He was just as turned on as