Page 31 of Breaking Matt

I frowned as I felt my frustration with him rise.

"You really think it's possible to resist me?" I asked, approaching the problem from a different direction.

He nodded his head.

"If you could, you wouldn't have fucked me earlier," I said bluntly, trying to get a reaction out of him. I got nothing. He had that damn poker face on again.

"That proves nothing," he said.

I glared at him.

"The next time I take you, it will be on my terms," he promised.

I pushed my chair back as I felt my temper rise.

"It won't happen," I assured him as I put my hands on my hips. "You can say what you want, but we both know you won't be able to resist me."

He remained silent and I threw him one last glare before I left and went to my room, slamming my door as hard as I could.

I hated that he wouldn't take what I wanted to give; he wanted more. I wanted to be with him physically—I liked sex and I loved it with him—but I couldn't give him what he wanted.

Pacing up and down my room, it took me a while before my anger began to die down and I slumped down on my bed. I was stubborn and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me. It was one thing saying the words, but it was a different thing to follow it up with action.

I would win this.

Chapter Ten

The next daywhen I got dressed for school I made sure I chose the best outfit to show off my figure. I was out to break Matthew so that he would agree to my proposition. I would make sure it was impossible to resist me. Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, I admired the short miniskirt that showed off my long legs. The top I wore hugged my figure and showed off my cleavage. With only a small amount of makeup, I looked good, and Matthew was going to find it hard to turn me down.

My phone rang and I looked at the identity of the caller. It was my father. I'd been ignoring him because I was still angry with him.

I pressed my lips together and let it ring a few more times before I gave in and answered it.

"Sarah," my father said. His voice was hard and unyielding.

"Father," I said, keeping my temper from flaring up as I ground out the words.

"You finally took my call," he said, sounding annoyed.

I'd been avoiding his calls since I'd found out the truth.

"What do you want?" I asked. My voice sounded sharper than I'd meant it to.

"I know you're angry with me—"

"I don't want to hear it," I cut him off. No amount of apologizing was going to erase what had happened or the hurt it had caused me.

"I did it for your own good," he said, but I was already shaking my head. In his warped logic it made perfect sense where emotions had no place.

"You knew I didn't want a bodyguard and you agreed. You went behind my back and hired one anyway." I was breathing hard as my anger flowed to the surface. I gripped the phone against my ear, even though I knew there was no point in arguing with him.

"You made himlieto me," I said, feeling all the hurt I'd felt at the betrayal wash over me.

The fact that my father had made Matthew lie to me didn't let Matthew off the hook, though—he'd still had a choice and he'd made the wrong one. In my book they were both wrong and both to blame.

"What is done is done," my father said. I felt my frustration with him grow. He just couldn't understand what he'd done was wrong even if his intention had been good.

"I was concerned about your safety."