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Margot

It’s been hours since our fight, but I’m still fuming.

Who the hell does he think he is telling me I can’t record my books?

It’s ridiculous. And over what? Possessiveness and jealousy?

A man who’s possessive and jealous, the horror.

My inner fiend’s sarcasm is infuriating right now.

Because you know I’m right.

I’m not backing down. I will be recording my audiobooks.

Maybe I can convince him.

***

After playing outside with Benny to calm down, I’m gross and sweaty. I need a shower. And now that I finally have my phone, I can listen to music while I’m in there. These silent showers have been brutal.

I sort through my playlist, landing on Angry Girl Revenge Anthems .

Perfect .

I’m just stepping into the shower when I hear rustling in our bedroom.

Matty.

I guess he’s back from the gym. He can find another shower to use.

I turn up the volume and sing along, letting the rage-fueled lyrics pour from me.

I’m not going to let this go easily.

My audiobooks mean too much to me.

By song six, I’m scream-singing.

Then I hear knocking.

Matty’s voice booms over the music.

“For the love of God, turn that shit off!”

He sounds like he’s losing his mind.

Good .

Just to spite him, I turn the volume up and sing louder.

“I swear, Margot. Turn. It. Off!”

He’s pissed.

Fuck him.

I crank the volume all the way up. Full blast. And I scream the lyrics, pouring every ounce of rage into it. Let him seethe. Let him lose his mind.

Then... BANG .

The bathroom door slams open. It swings so hard it smacks against the wall before rebounding toward him. He marches forward before it can hit him.

I didn’t think to lock the door. I figured he heard the shower. I figured he’d respect that boundary.

How na?ve of me.

Through the fogged glass, I see him. He’s wearing the same white button-up and slacks from earlier. So, no working out the anger in the gym, I guess. Lucky me .

He storms forward and rips open the shower door, so hard I’m surprised it’s still attached.

His nostrils flare. His chest rises and falls with uncontrolled fury. There’s murder in his eyes. And smoke pouring from his ears. Or maybe that’s just the steam from the shower.

Even furious, the sight of him has my body betraying me.

My nipples harden.

My core tightens.

Dampness that has nothing to do with the water collects at my core.

“You’re about to learn your place.”

Shivers tingle my spine.

I am absolutely fucked.