Chapitre 80: Chapter Eighty-One

“So what is this? Some kind of pathetic ‘it’s me not you’ kind of speech?” Rashida demanded.

“We were never... exclusive.” Even he winced at his words. Rafiq knew it would only rile her anger. Hell, he knew any woman would loathe hearing those words.

“And we never made a point of pointing that to each other.” Rafiq observed her tan skin turn red. “We enjoy our time with each other. There’s unbelievable compatibility between us. We could make this work—Ziza in the picture or not—as we have before.”

“This is what you wanted,” she said, “and I’ll be damned if I let you cast me aside like some scraps.”

Rafiq let the silence between them calm her down. He doubted anything that came out of their mouths would make either of them calm.

“This makes little sense! Two months ago, your skin crawled at the very idea of being shackled to her in marriage. Why are you hesitating, why are you taking her side like this?” Her gaze fixed on his, obviously demanding an answer right then.