Chapter 72 Our Relationship Ends Here
DEAN
I woke up with a sharp pain in the back of my head, and when I tried to open my eyes I only saw a bright, irritating blur.
Then I closed my eyes again, and some scenes from my furious outburst came to mind.
I had beaten the bastard who was making out with Nadia.
"Did I kill him?" I thought, knowing that it was a good chance I had.
When my anger was unleashed, I couldn't control myself, and that made me destroy everything around me.
This was not something I was proud of, and so I did everything I could to hide this dark side of myself.
I didn't fall in love, I didn't have friends, I didn't get emotionally involved with anyone, not even my own family.
Because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle any disappointment they would give me, and they already had.
Ever since I was little I've felt this uncontrollable anger, and it was awakened in my first school fight.
A fat boy, taller than me, had provoked me, saying I was a bastard son and that my mother was a whore.
That event triggered my anger to come to life, and then I almost beat the boy to death.
After that, I was expelled from that school and five others.
My family wasn't proud of me, and they said I would amount to nothing, just like my mother.
I hated my family so much that I did everything I could to become who I am today and to show them they were wrong.
At 18, I enrolled in one of the best universities in the country, graduated with a degree in business administration, and started my own company.
Today I have my own empire worth millions, focused solely on the best nightlife entertainment areas in NYC.
And am I happy after all this?
No, I'm not, this deplorable situation I find myself in now proves it.
Dean? - called a sweet yet angry voice.
"Nadia," I thought, feeling a little better.
"Are you awake?" she asked hesitantly, even a little scared.
"Did I rape her?" I thought, already feeling like a cowardly piece of trash.
"I am," I murmured with my eyes closed, for I was afraid to open them and see an expression of pure hatred on that beautiful face.
"Look at me, Dean," she said, repeating my first name.
"Her voice made my name sound so beautiful." I thought, already finding these unusual thoughts strange.
I slowly opened my eyes and blinked several times to let them adjust to the light.
Nadia was kneeling near me with an angry and somewhat tired expression.
I felt like shit for leaving her like that, and it was the first time in my life I'd felt compassion for a woman.
Yes, I was a heartless jerk.
Perhaps my outburst made me look at the woman before me with different eyes, the woman who, even after I unleashed the monster that I am, remains by my side.
"Is it too late for me to try to apologize?"
I thought, already preparing to apologize, when she said something I didn't expect to hear from her.
"I don't want to see you anymore, Dean." She looked away from me and continued.
"I want you to get up and leave my house." She looked at the bedroom door as she spoke.
"And don't try to apologize, because I won't accept your apologies."
After she said that, I found myself sitting there anxiously, taking her right hand.
"Wait, Nadia..." I said, wanting to explain myself to her.
"No, Dean!" she yelled, pulling her hand away from mine.
"I don't want to wait, get out of here!"
She got up anxiously and opened her bedroom door, but I remained seated.
"I know what I did was wrong, but..." I started to say, but she interrupted me.
"Wrong? You almost killed Frank!" she yelled, then let out a humorless laugh.
"And you treated me like a bitch, when the real bitch was that blonde you're fucking."
"The blonde I'm fucking?" I repeated mentally.
Sofia? - I said aloud.
No, - I replied, feeling an uncomfortable shiver, because Nadia might think I had slept with my stepsister.
She was shaken for a moment, but regained her composure.
"That doesn't change anything," she said, still with the door open. "
Now get out of my house!"
"No," I thought.
"But you agreed to be my submissive," I said, trying to find something to make her change her mind.
"Screw this! You manipulated me with your finger into agreeing!" she shouted indignantly.
"And I didn't sign anything, so go find another inflatable doll somewhere and leave me alone!"
"Inflatable doll?" I thought, curious about the nickname she gave to "submissive."
I didn't want to leave her but why the hell did I care?
If it were anyone else, I would have left without a second thought but... there's always that "but" with Nadia.
"Please, Nadia no..." I found myself pleading, and she was visibly surprised.
"I mean, you won't find anyone who satisfies you as I do," I corrected, and she turned red with anger.
"Go to hell, Dean!" she yelled, approaching me.
"There are plenty of cocks out there, and I'm sure many men are willing to give me pleasure!" she exclaimed.
That made me furious; just thinking about another man inside her caused my anger to start rising.
"No!" I screamed mentally and began to breathe deeply.
"If that's what you really want," I said, standing up.
"I'll leave."
"That's what I want," she replied seriously.
"And don't worry, because I don't want you as my submissive anymore either," I said, regaining my pride.
"There are plenty of pussy, and I'm sure many women are willing to give me pleasure," I repeated her phrase, and felt a throbbing pain in my right cheek.
"She slapped me?" I widened my eyes, furious and surprised by her audacity.
"Get out of here, you bastard!" she yelled, pushing me out of her room.
"And never show your face in front of me again!"
"No need to ask," I replied before she closed her bedroom door, and calmly walked to the exit as if this had all been a mistake.
"Nadia isn't special, and like the others, I'll move on without looking back... At least I hope so."