I shrug.
“A shrug?” he snaps. “You tell me you don’t want to ever raise a family here, and then you answer it with a shrug? You’ve been here for two fucking minutes, Hayden.”
“Don’t get angry.”
“How could I not?” He raises his voice. “These conditions happen to be the best of the best in London. You have a driver, you have a guard, you live in a forty-million-dollar penthouse and can do whatever you like, and it’s still not fucking enough?”
“I don’t have the cleaner I fell in love with, though, do I?” I snap back. “I hate this workaholic version of you. If I met you as you are now, we wouldn’t even be together.”
He sits back in the chair and gives me a sarcastic smile. “And there it is.”
“There what is?”
“I wondered how long it would be until you threw that in my face.”
My temper begins to rise. “Am I not allowed to bring it up? You’re done with that topic, so that’s the end of it? Is that how this relationship works? It’s your way or the highway.”
“Don’t be fucking cute, Hayden. I don’t like it.”
“I beg your pardon.” Adrenaline surges through my bloodstream. “I will not apologize for feeling let down by you. You brought this all onto yourself when you lied to me for twelve months, so don’t you dare fucking sit there and defend your actions like I’m the one with the problem.”
He rolls his eyes, and I see red.
“I’m going home to the farm for a while.”
“No. You’re not,” he snaps.
“What do you mean, no, I’m not?”
“You told me that you would give it three months, and damn it, you will give them to me. You’re having a bad day. Are you going to run back home to Mommy and Daddy every time you have a bad fucking day?”
Unbelievable.
“Proof that you are not fucking listening to a thing I’m saying,” I yell.
“If you go home to that farm, then that’s it,” he yells.
“What?” I screw up my face. “What the hell does that mean?” I explode.
“Just what I said.” He raises his chin in defiance. “I have to live in the city. It is nonnegotiable. If you choose not to give it a proper go, then . . .” He throws up his hands in defeat. “There’s no fucking point. I’m not doing a long-distance relationship. It won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because I need sex!” he yells.
I sit back in my seat, shocked to silence.
Wow . . .
Reality hits home like a freight train, my heart splintering into pieces.
We really aren’t going to be able to work through this. I get a lump in my throat. “If sex means more to you than my happiness . . . then I guess . . . this is goodbye.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Hayden. You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do.” I stand. “I’m going home.”
“This is your home.” He stands in an outrage.
I roll my eyes. “It’s just a few weeks. Who’s the one being dramatic around here?”
“You’re not going.”
“You can’t tell me that I’m not allowed to go home, Christopher. I won’t stand for it.”