"Fuck you, Jasper Wells," I replied coldly. "I'd go back and do it all over again if I could. You fucking deserve it."
"I don't deserve it!" he roared back. "For fuck's sake, what I did to you and Cole has nothing to do with what kind of father I would've been. And you know it." He pointed a finger at me. "You know that I wouldn't have abandoned my son. I had a right to be told! How could you be so vindictive?" He gasped a little and turned to place his hands on the wall as though he needed support. "I thought you were so sweet, so innocent. But how are you any different than me after the way you deceived three people for so long?"
I hugged myself and suppressed a shiver at his question because it just touched upon the ugly truth. We had both done each other wrong. In different ways but the result had been the same. Hurt feelings. Continuous lies. Deception. Betrayal.
And now Cole was going to suffer.
Jasper has stopped speaking and was just facing the wall, still bracing his hands on it and breathing harshly. He hated me now, I guess. If he'd done the same thing to me, kept my child from me this way knowing that me sleeping with someone else didn't mean I wouldn't be a good mother, I don't think I would have been able to forgive that either.
It was a stalemate for us.
"You said your piece on Saturday, now I'll say mine," he uttered in a low tone. "I feel bad for what I did. I have felt bad for a long time. You didn't deserve it at all. I blame myself and no one else for my actions."
Turning around, Jasper pinned me with a dark look and walked determinedly towards me. "I have thought of you and Cole. I have hated myself for hurting you both and regretted things deeply."
I stared up at him and his lips twisted in a bitter smile. "I have apologised and begged and received your answer to all of that," he continued in a calm voice. "So now..." Jasper narrowed his eyes. Eyes that were now glittering with purpose. "Now I am going to stop fucking apologising for so much as breathing around you. Now I am going to think only of Jacob and what I owe him. And you can't take that from me anymore. I won't let you. Do you understand?"
I swallowed hard at the look on his face. He was going to hurt Cole too. I was sure of it. He didn't care about either of us.
"You're still as selfish now as you were two years ago," I hissed at him. "I was even ready to believe that you must have simply lost your way. But no...this is the kind of man you truly are. You just take whatever you want without worrying about the consequences. You and Jasmine deserve each other. I hope both your cheating, lying asses rot in hell."
Jasper studied me coldly, fury emanating from every pore of his body. It seemed to bounce off the very walls as the silence stretched.
"You're right, Madison," he replied in a gruff voice and the darkness in his eyes seemed to have a life of its own. "I am selfish. I am a cheater. I will wear that like a crown of thorns on my head from this day on and not even feel bad about it anymore. That is all you want to remember me by? That is all you see when you look at me? Then so be it."
I didn't understand what was happening for a second when I felt his hands tightening around my waist. Then my eyes grew wide when I realised he was drawing my body against his.
I placed my hands on his chest to stop him. "Jasper, what the hell are you doing?" I breathed out in shock.
He just gave me a bitter, cruel smile as one of his hands went to my hair to grasp it. "I'm doing exactly the kind of thing a man like me is expected to do," he answered with an unholy look in his eyes. "I'm being selfish. I'm being an asshole. I'm taking what I want without worrying about the consequences." Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, followed by a brutal and painful kiss.
The fingers of his other hand dug into my waist as he pulled me in closer, holding my head in place. I pushed against his chest but he didn't budge and then I felt my back hit the wall. My eyes flew open.
"Jasper," I gasped when he allowed me to come up for air.
We stared at each other for a while, both of us breathing heavily, his body pushing into mine. I should have shoved him away. I should have been sickened by his touch and proximity.
But my body remembered his and responded the same as always. It wanted to surrender. He looked at my lips again and his jaw clenched when I parted them, my limbs going weak at the hunger on his face. What was happening? I shouldn't feel this way about him at all. I should be hating him.
He licked his lips, bent his head again and this time when he kissed me, I responded. Desire exploded inside me so viciously that I clutched at him, at any part of him I could get a hold of. Jasper's hands, his big, broad hands rubbed all over my back and shoulders before moving to my ass.
I let out a strangled sound and pulled at his shirt so aggressively that a few of his buttons popped out. Moaning deeply, I tightened my arms around his neck and my breasts crushed achingly against his chest.
"Fuck, Skye," he groaned
