Brooke
Seven Days of Reckoning
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- and Brooke return to their cabin after touring the cruise ship as it heads out to sea. She drops her things on the bed, walks to the balcony, and stares out for a long moment before stepping outside. Turning back to face , her expression unreadable, she finally speaks.*
, I've spent the last year begging for your time, attention, and affection. I'm done.Her voice is low, firm.
I've been patient, understanding—and none of it mattered. I've stood right in front of you, starving for you to want me, while you stayed buried in your own world.She steps closer.
Since you won't give me the attention and sex I've been begging for, I'll get it somewhere else.* starts to object, but she raises a hand.*
Stop. Don't talk—listen.Her voice sharpens.
Yes, , I mean exactly what you think. I'm going to be fucking other men—men who actually want me and know what to do with a woman who's been neglected this long. I want you to see and hear another man give me what I've been begging you for.He tries again, but she cuts him off, pointing at him.
No. Just fucking listen! You don't get to find your voice now that this affects you! You let me feel unwanted for a year!She takes a breath, steadying herself.
Now you're going to feel what that did to me. I love you, , but I can't do this anymore. This is happening, whether you like it or not.She glances at the bed.
And that bed?Pointing at it.
Someone's going to be in it fucking me before today’s over.She grabs her purse.
Be here when I get back, .Her tone turns cold.
That's not a request.