84. Fucking-Llamas-in-Pajamas!

The car slows down, and I spot his villa right across the gate. Without hesitation, I swing open the door, not waiting for the vehicle to come to a complete stop.
*I can’t tolerate his presence even a second now!*
I clutch the end of my dress and stride across the driveway when I hear the sound of car door shutting behind me, followed by heavy ominous footsteps.
“Emara! I asked you something.” Dakota barks, catching my pace.
*I can’t believe he is still stuck on it!*
“We didn’t really talk about anything.” I yell back, quickening my steps towards the house. I just want to lock myself inside a bathroom and cry all night.
“You are lying!”
A hand grips my elbow and I am jerked back, colliding into a wall. I look up to find Dakota breathing hard and glaring at me down with his pissed-off gaze.
“You were with him for four minutes and thirty-two seconds. He touched you. I saw it. Then he said something, and you ran away.” He states precisely, like reading from his pictured memory.
I observe how his eyes are narrowed, eyebrows scrunched down with his lips thinned into a line, as if he is..
“You are jealous.” I watch his envious expressions getting darker every second as I conclude, “You are jealous that he touched me. That he talked to me.”
“Yes!”
“I *am* fucking jealous.”
“Because he touched what’s mine!”
A shudder passes through me as Dakota admits directly, taking a step closer with his unflinched gaze locked down on me like a psychopath.
“Now tell me, what the *fuck* did he say to you?”
I stare at the man standing before me, completely undone by his senses, and like a programmed robot, he questions me only one thing in a loop.
“I have been nothing but a bet between the two monsters. All this time, you were acting nicely for this day. To show your bestie that you are better than him with your success and having me parade around like a trophy in your arms.”
“I *am* better.” Dakota corrects me, gritting every word cynically slow. “And I don’t need to show that to any motherfucker!”
I shake my head, watching the mask of his fake arrogance. “No, you are pathetic. If you think you are better than Ryan, then you are wrong!” I say, jerking my hand away from his clutch.
“And honestly, I wish Ryan had won that night because for sure he would have not treated me like a whore and forced me on the bed with him every *fucking* night, and then discard me like a used fuck toy, without even caring to look back.”
I turn around, tears roll down my cheeks as I storm towards his two-storey building right after spitting the words I have been holding back.
“Why can’t you *fucking* see that I care too?” Dakota burst out in anger, chasing after me. The chandlier above the living room glows automatically, sensing our presence.
“Why the *fuck* it always has to be Ryan in your eyes?” He growls furiously, slamming the glass door with such a force that it shatters into a thousand little pieces of glass right before my eyes.
A sharp-piercing sound echoes through the house, and I gasp in horror, closing my mouth as I watch those tiny shards of glass scattering across the floor like twinkling stars in daylight.
“Why not me?” Dakota demands psychotically.
His nerves pop dangerously from his neck, while he blindly crushes the glass pieces under his shoe as he strides towards me.
“I am willing to provide you everything. A home, dresses, jewelries, every fucking thing you could ever want. Yet you would still run back to your lover for even a slightest chance!”
*What?*
“I don’t want your shit!” My look at him in disbelief, still not believing this ignorant man.
How could he even think that these luxury items would work like a bandage for all the emotional wounds he inflicted upon my soul?
“And if you think you bought me with a dress or thi-this necklace..” My hand reaches for the pearl beads around my neck, the one he gifted me tonight. *The one I loved!*
“You are delusional!” I yell, ripping it furiously off my neck like chains of bondage.
His eyes follow as the string of pearls snap and scatters across the floor with a sound like raindrops hitting a window in a beautiful, yet tragic melody.
“The only thing I want from you is GOD-*DAMN*-RESPECT!” I shout loudly, hoping it would get through his thick skull.
“No girl wants to be treated like a whore, or a slave, or even a fucking object to be won or replaced.” I scream at him, feeling the pain of humiliation and degradation I have gone through these past seven nights.
“All I ever wanted was some respect and love.” I say brokenly, with heaving breaths and a bleeding heart, that has been torn apart countless times.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the tears won't stop pooling down my cheeks, nor does the pain in my chest.
*It's unbearable!*
I hear crunch of glass and my eyes open up to see Dakota walking towards me. His warm hand slowly reaches out to me and gently lifts my chin to look at him.
His eyes are still a chaos of dark clouds and storm, as he leans in to my tear-streaked face and whispers calmly, “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
I stare at his heartless gaze.
“To be fucking treated like an object, when you actually cared.”
More tears fall down, as he brushes his thumb on my chin with a gentleness of a lover while his words laced with acute accusation, cuts through me mercilessly.
“You knew I liked you..” Dakota raises his voice, unleashing his darkness.
“Yet, you fucking threw my life like a trash to save the love of your life, who just wanted to sleep with you.”
*What?*