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CHAPTER FOUR

Petra

I was sure Iron hated me after today. There was no sympathy there. I didn’t feel bad.

Emotions were for weak people.

I wasn’t weak.

And even if I wanted to be, a woman like me didn’t have the luxury.

I’d built my throne and the path that led to it. I wasn’t about to jeopardize that for anything. Especially not something as pointless as regret.

I hadn’t expected to see him there. And I imagined that it had been the same for him.

Did it throw me off for a split second?

Yes.

When it came to the rough biker that bent and gave into my needs, I was always a little bit on edge on the inside. It wasn’t something I liked. Yet, I kept calling him back to me.

Never had I met such a strong man that got on his hands and knees for me. Just the thought made me smile to myself. To me, it took a strong man to be able to stand tall and carry big burdens. And it took an even stronger man to do all of that and still be able to bow down to a woman like me.

I always wondered how far I could push him.

I figured that today I might have gone too far.

I commanded him to come and I had no idea if he’d actually show after how I treated him today.

It was one thing to be cruel.

It was another to be uncaring.

And I was very aware of how I came off earlier at the coffee shop.

In a very unlike me fashion, I sat on the couch and waited to hear the sound of the elevator. I had an idea of how I could make it up to him. Not that I’d ever use words to communicate that.

Was something wrong with me?

Maybe.

Then again, I’d learned from a young age that to survive a snowstorm, you had to ice yourself through to the core.

If that doesn’t make sense to you, then clearly you wouldn’t be able to comprehend the shit I’ve had to crawl through.

And for that, consider yourself lucky.

My eyes drifted closed as I counted to ten. Even if he didn’t show, I wasn’t going to let this wound me.

The elevator settled into place on the penthouse floor. I coolly stood and waited for the doors to open.

When they did, he stood there like a steaming bull ready to charge.

One look at me and some of the fire left his eyes.

That was the thing about Iron, I didn’t need to give him the words because he understood me most of the time.

Though it didn’t show, I was a little surprised that he’d come. Then again, deep down, I knew he would even when I’d treaded him so carelessly.