Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 122206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“I’m not givin’ ye a number. It’s just not a thousand, okay?” I stared at her. Hard. “Love, I’m sorry.”
I never thought my past would hurt a woman like this, and it made me feel like dirt. I wished I could turn back time and not fuck a single woman until I met Ina.
“I know ye didn’t even know me when ye slept with them all, but I hate it.” She peered up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “Hundreds of women have had you. I hate it.”
Ina wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to comfort herself.
“Sweetheart, please—”
“I never even asked if ye were clean before I slept with ye.” She interrupted. “I’m so stupid.”
My gut twisted.
“Don’t insult me, Ina.” I bristled at the weight of her words. “I’ve had an active sex life, I know that, but I’ve always been responsible. I’ve never had sex without a condom, and I’ve been tested every six weeks for the past ten years to cover me own arse. Me last bill of clean health is dated the week after I met you. I still have the email. I’ll prove it if ye want.”
She shook her head.
“I haven’t been with another woman since I first laid eyes on you, honey. I swear to God I haven’t.”
She didn’t say a word.
“What can I do?” I reached for her but dropped my hand to my side when she stepped back. “Ina, you’re not bein’ fair to me right now.”
“I’m not bein’ fair to you?” Her forest-coloured eyes narrowed. “Have I fucked hundreds of men and never told ye about it?”
This wasn’t going the way I hoped. It was gearing up to be our first real fight after the misunderstanding with the scratches on my back, and I knew it would be bad. I could feel it.
“Ye’ve never asked me!” I bit back. “Christ, we’ve never talked about it because I figured we both understood who I was with in the past doesn’t mean anythin’ now. Same goes for you.”
“I’ve been with one man before you!” she shouted. “One.”
“And that’s one too many for me, but I don’t dwell on it because there’s nothin’ I can do about it! Ye didn’t even know me when ye were with your ex. I’ve no right to be angry about anythin’ ye did with him, so I don’t throw it in your fuckin’ face.”
“That’s what I’m doin’, is it?” She dropped her hands and fisted them. “Throwin’ your harems in your face?”
Jesus Christ. My harems?
“Uh, fuckin’ sounds that way, yeah.”
She waved her hand towards the door, dismissing me like a dog.
“Leave me alone.” She turned her back to me. “I don’t wanna talk to ye.”
Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and turned her to face me.
“Don’t treat me like I’m nothin’!” I set my jaw. “You’re angry, and I understand why you’re angry, but please, let’s talk about this properly. Bein’ angry only hurts us both, Ina. Please.”
“I can’t talk to ye because all I can think about is you with a bunch of other women!” she said, yanking her hand out of my hold. “I’m so cross with you, Dante.”
“Ina, d’ye hear yourself?” I felt anger flow through my veins. “You’re mad at me for somethin’ that happened before I even knew ye existed! How the fuck is that fair?”
“It’s not fair because ye should have told me!” she screamed, making me raise my eyebrows. She had never screamed at me like this before. “Jesus Christ, I know nothin’ of who ye were before we got together.”
Fury bubbled to the surface.
“Ye want know who I was? Ye want to hear me say it? Fine, I was a fuckin’ hoor who fucked hundreds of women!” I bellowed. “I was an out-and-out slut, and I wore that badge with fuckin’ pride. Ye want to hear the details, too? Sometimes I fucked them one on one, and sometimes I fucked two or three friends at a time. Are those the things ye want to hear me fuckin’ say? D’ye want me to go more in depth about the things I’ve done to women to make them scream? Well, do you?”
Ina looked like she was going to be sick, and it made me hate myself for not keeping calm.
“Stop this,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to hurt you by sayin’ this shite. Please.”
“No.” Ina lifted her chin, her hands shaking. “While you’re tellin’ me everythin’, how about ye tell me of how ye were with Alannah Ryan, a woman I’m new friends with. Why didn’t ye ever tell me about that?”
I was breathing like a penned-up bull.
“I’ll accept complete fault on that because I should have mentioned it. I’ve no excuse other than I thought it’d make ye uncomfortable.” I exhaled a breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Ye said ye might have turned into somethin’ with her if Damien didn’t come home from wherever he was … That means you and her were serious, right?”