“I’m your what?” I screeched, pushing away from him and standing up.

He gaped at my outburst but then he snapped out of it and stood up as well.

“Then what did you expect? That I’d call you my girlfriend? Are you seriously that naïve?” he ranted, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t think you’d be the clingy type!”

My temper just shot past the boiling point. “Oh, really? Then what kind of a person did you think I was? Someone you could sleep with and discard? Such a nice complement, Mr. Whitmore. Well, too bad. If you want obedience, go fuck yourself!”

He clenched his jaw. He looked tense,...