Struggling, I grabbed the nearest cup of hot coffee and threw it in his face. “What do you take me for?”
For the first time, I didn’t meet his shamelessness with kindness.
Coffee dripped down his face as he wiped at it, his expression darkening like a storm cloud. “Sienna! I’m willing to sneak around behind Maia’s back for you, to promise I’ll see you every week—and you’re still acting out? You never used to be like this!”
“You’re right. But that was before—back when I thought we were in a real relationship,” I said calmly.
“We were, and we still are. We’ll always be together. Why are you acting so unreasonable all of a sudden?” Lance replied, frustration dripping from his voice.
To him, I was nothing more than a shadow—a lover meant to remain hidden, never allowed to step into the light.
Thinking about it, the pain in my heart dulled into numbness.
I pushed him away with all my strength, but he clung to me like a madman, refusing to let go.
Suddenly, the door to the break room burst open. Lance froze and immediately let me go when he saw who had entered.
I realized then that as long as I stayed single, Lance would keep latching onto me in this disgusting, suffocating way.