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assertions that she didn’t remember him. This was supposed to
be punishment. This was supposed to get under her skin so she felt
pain, humiliation, fear, and worry. This wasn’t a fucking picnic,
but she was treating it as such and it was shaking his nerves. He
had left two days in a row to hang out with Benny and his buddies
because he just couldn’t be around Kat. In just two short days, she
had managed to get under his skin and that was not the plan. He was
in control. He had the upper hand. And when he came home for dinner
tonight, he would put her in her place. She thought cleaning was
easy, fine. He’d make her do a ton more chores and then some. See
how cheery her disposition would be then. He hated her for what she
did do him, and now he was hating her for what she was doing to his
damn mind. He suffered thanks to her, and she should be suffering
now too. He was going to work her to the bone and get her off his
mind.

Chapter 8
    As Mason walked
through the door, the sweet aroma of food almost knocked him back.
He knew how to cook, but he hadn’t really cooked since before he
was locked up. And he most definitely hadn’t had a good home cooked
meal in forever. He looked around the place and it was spotless,
just the way he liked it. He was always fond of a clean house, but
he would be the first to admit that it became an obsession of sort
after he was out of jail. He was constantly trying to wash away the
memories of being locked up, even in his home. But he also might be
exaggerating the extent of cleanliness he needed for the sole
purpose of torturing Kat. He took a second to study Kat before she
turned and from her profile, she was smirking. What the hell was
that? Oh, he needed to step up his game for sure.
    “I hope you like baked chicken and
vegetables,” she almost sang as she turned to him. This was really
starting to freak him out. She wasn’t supposed to be happy. He
straightened his back and walked to the table without saying a word
or acknowledging her.
    She set the plate in front of him and was
about to sit herself when he looked up into her deep brown eyes. He
saw a slight spark of fear, which pleased him, but then he also saw
uneasiness and even a bit of something he couldn’t put his finger
on that he didn’t like. “You sit and eat after I am done. We are
not equal. You do not speak to me like I’m your friend. We are not
friends. You are here because of what you did to me. Think of it as
if you are paying me back. You may stand behind the counter and
wait for instructions.”
    He was waiting for her to cry, breakdown,
maybe even scream at him, but all she did was purse her lips into a
thin line, nod sharply, and walk around the counter. While he ate
in silence, her eyes bored into him.
    “Do not fidget. And bring me a Coke.” He
spoke to her after he was halfway done. He would never admit to her
that she was a damn good cook. Turns out there would be some more
benefits to this little arrangement than he originally thought.
    A moment later, he felt her near him as she
set the Coke down beside his plate. “I didn’t do whatever you think
it is I did. And you might have convinced yourself otherwise, but I
have nothing to repay you for. I am essentially your slave. You
might be able to boss me around because I’ll be the first to admit
you could probably take me down with one hand and I don’t want to
find out what happens if I don’t follow your absurd rules. But you
are right about one thing. I am not your equal. I am so much
more.”
    She turned on her heel and walked out of the
room before Mason could even process what the hell had even
happened. He just sat there for a minute with a full fork halfway
to his mouth, while his jaw almost touched the floor. Who the
hell was this woman and who did she think she was? He couldn’t
believe that she had the nerve to talk back to him. And her words
confused him. Of course she had been the one to put him in jail,
how dare she sit there and