Free Blasphemous by Pamela Ann Page A

you?” Bass kept on going.
    Not particularly. “No. I want nothing to do with you.”
    He sighed, cussed, and then sighed again. “Of course, my imagination doesn’t have to work extra hard knowing how easily you put out.”
    War of the words. He was sharpening his tongue, goading me to fight back, but I wasn’t going to be baited. “Well, at least that saves you time,” I calmly whispered.
    I could hear him move closer. I didn’t even need to look up to see the spite, revulsion and scorn permeating off him like a cloak. “You fuck another man while my come was still buried in you. You fucking disgust me, Emma!” Bass screwed each word with venom.
    It shot through me like a virus, chipping away at my resistance, slowly breaking through my cool composure. “That would be right, Bass. Will you go now? ”
    “No! I. WILL. NOT. FUCKING. GO!” he exploded like a detonated bomb. “You will tell me every single detail, Emma. God help me before I draw them out of you! You’re walking on very fucking thin ice here. So think twice before you open that treacherous mouth of yours.”
    Great, just freaking great! Why couldn’t he just disappear and go back to party with his admirers? “Stop talking because nothing good is coming out of that mouth!” I screeched, shooting him a death stare. He simply matched it, his stance ready to pounce any second.
    “I’m only going to tell you this once, so you better listen good. I didn’t fuck or kiss any man. I want to move out because I can’t take this anymore. Being around you is draining. Fighting with you is pointless because, guess what? There’s no point anymore, we’re through. Now that you’ve got that out of me, please , just go away.” I was genuinely pissed as I walked past him and went out to the patio to cool down.
    How dare he march in here like he hadn’t rejected me? How fucking dare he!
    When I heard him follow me out, I exploded. “God, please, give me space! What the hell do you want from me, Bass? Isn’t it enough that you’ve paraded it around that you’re all happy? Isn’t it enough to flirt around with women when I’m around? I get it. We. Are. Done! I’ve accepted it. You’re done and I’m so fucking over this.”
    “Well, fuck, do you honestly think you’re the only one here that’s hurting? You fucking threw everything in my face, Emma!” he blasted at me.
    “You had the power to end this misery for the both of us, but you didn’t and because of that we’re unbearably hostile to each other. I’ve finally accepted it.” It seemed like all energy, all the life, just drained out of me. “I’m tired of fighting with you, Bass. Let’s end the spite right here.”
    “It wasn’t that easy… I had doubts…” Bass trailed off.
    “I know you did. I truly did. That’s why I don’t want to talk about it any longer.” With another defeated sigh, I went back inside my room and continued packing my things.
    “If I give you another chance, will you promise to be honest with me?”
    I stopped midway as his words set in. “You’ve rejected me, over and over again. What made you change your mind?”
    “This.” He gestured at my haphazard things all over the room. “You’re packing and willing to move away from me.” He paused. “I’ve wanted to mend things with you, but I needed more time—more time to figure my feelings out. I feel that if I don’t fix this now, we’ll never get the chance to again.”
    I shrugged, unconvinced by his admission. He was just getting paranoid because we were kaput. That was all. Men tend to do this. Heck, Carter did this, too.
    “I’m not ready for us to end,” Bass choked out. He suddenly seemed vulnerable as he waited for me to say something.
    “Yet you were and you pushed for it to happen.” I shoved my clothes on the floor, remembering what I went through the past two weeks. “Look at me, Bass. Didn’t you see that I was falling apart? You saw, I know you did. You saw me hurting