Perfectly Adequate
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“And what do you get?”
“My angel.” A satisfied grin slides across his face.
“Which one?” I cock my head to the side.
His lips twist, eyes narrowed. “All of them.”
Them. Them! THEM!?!
My jaw plummets to my lap.
“But you will always be my favorite—the chosen one. My wife. Mother of my children. Queen of my empire.”
This is the part where I should break something like his computer or his toddler-sculpted nose.
I don’t.
As livid as I am with this stranger before me, this man who fooled me for two years, I’m more upset with myself because for a few brief, totally insane seconds I think about his offer. When did I surrender my pride, my sense of self-worth? Who broke me to the point that I don’t feel worthy of the one thing he’s not offering me?
If I walk out that door, who will I be? What if something better never comes along? I’m knocking on thirty’s door while mastering the art of failed relationships. If in ten years I have nothing more than a two-bedroom apartment, arthritic hands, and a measly disability check, will I regret saying no to a family and everything money can buy?
“I just want the spa. We go our separate ways, but you sign over the spa to me.”
“Avery.” He shakes his head while clucking his tongue. “I haven’t acquired this level of wealth and success by handing out million-dollar businesses to every woman who rolls through my bed.”
“It’s my spa.”
The smirk on his face stings. I already know what he’s going to say. I let myself become dependent on a man—again. My whole damn life at the moment is a lease.
My job.
My car.
My apartment.
The clothes.
The credit cards he lent me.
Anthony pushes off the desk and slips his hands into the front pockets of his tailored pants. “I can’t give you the spa. I’ll shut it down. It’s not that profitable. I’ll need both credit cards back. Your rent is paid through the end of the month, but then you’re on your own. I’ll need the car back. Better hope your old one starts. The rest of the stuff is yours. I’d suggest selling it to make ends meet.”
I peel myself from the chair. When we’re face to face, I let my emotions break freely. “You said you loved me.” I sniffle as tears race down my cheeks.
“I do. I love you for you. I love you in spite of your selfish needs. Why can’t you love me in spite of mine?”
Unbelievable.
I’m out of here.
I’m done with men.
Done.
Done.
DONE!
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