Nefretiri
Ivan was a jerk.
It's been a long time since someone hurt me like this. Anger, I could've dealt with, but not heartache.
Ivan's accusation attacked me like betrayal. It shouldn't, but my head was spinning. He'd looked so hurt when he asked if I still cared about Ricky, and all I wanted to do was prove that I didn't.
Somehow, that pissed me off more.
How dare he mess with my head like this!
What was wrong with me?
Why am I acting like this? I'm torn between my need to hold on to my identity and a desperate need to submit to Ivan.
No! I wouldn't do that! I'm no one's bitch. That's the last thing I wanted.
'No, you don't want it. You need it,' the voices in my head mocked, and I hated them more than ever because they were right. 'You're fighting your instinct, and it's only going to hurt you more.'
