Page 58 of Doxed

REYNA

“So now you understand why,” he states, licking his lips.

And men say women are the emotionally unstable ones. I roll my eyes. This is a waste of my time. Men aren't complicated. They're fragile when their ego is threatened, so you stroke it, make them feel like the biggest and baddest man in the room, and viola, doors and wallets open.

“I don’t care why,” I finally say.

“So you’ll do it?” He cocks his head, his brown eyes watching me.

“Yes,” I answer plainly, pushing away from the table and standing.

“Send updates,” he says dismissively.

Rolling my eyes, I turn on my heel to leave the house. “If I see fit.”

He moves so silently that I don’t realize he’s stood and rounded the table, shoving me against the wall, my cheek slamming into it as his hand squeezes the back of my neck.

His hot breath fans over the side of my face. “All you are is a hired whore. You answer to me.”

My arms are free, arrogant man, so I smash my elbow into his side, making him release my throat and step backward.

Spinning around, I grab him by the balls and squeeze, using the force to walk him back to the chair I vacated. “If you ever lay hands on me again, I will bring every resource I have down on you, and don't forget where I worked. I know a lot of important people who owe me favors.”

He glares at me. “None that can tell you what I know,” he grits through his teeth.

I squeeze harder, glaring at him with the same amount of hostility. I don't like him, and I won't pretend to. He finally yelps, and I let go triumphantly and walk peacefully out of the house.

Arrogant men will never understand that they don't run this world, women do, and we use them as our puppets.

He’s just another means to an end. They all are.