Status Updates From The Sicilian's Defiant Mist...

And he laughed again, even more grimly than before. "I'd stop talking if I were you because you'll be eating every word before long, and some of those words won't go down so easy the second time.”

“The problem, Maximos, was that the less you gave, the less I asked for. I kept thinking you'd realize how great I was. How goddamn accommodating."
She laughed without humour, laughed at the pain inside her, the pain that had been there for so many years (...). "I thought you'd appreciate my independence, value my strength. But you didn't. You just kept taking. Taking. Taking.”

“You know what bothers me most," she said, her voice strained as she broke the heavy silence. "I deliberately never asked anything of you, never demanded anything of you. I was always careful not to be a burden, not to make trouble." (...) "I should have made trouble," she whispered recklessly, furiously. "I should have made trouble from the beginning. It would have saved us two years of wasted time and energy.”

Would she have loved him so intensely if he'd been more available? (...)
For that matter, had she ever fallen in love with someone available?
Had she ever fallen in love with someone who actually loved her?
No.
It had always been one-sided. It had always been unrequited, as if love had to be sharp and love had to cut. Love, the ruthless, Love the critic, Love the judge.

Maximos was one of those men who for whatever reason couldn't commit. One of those men who loved but was afraid to risk, afraid of being hurt. He was the kind of man who'd always find a reason why things couldn't work out.

She didn't want that, didn't need that.

The truth was, at work she was aggressive, she knew what she wanted, she went after what she wanted, but at home...it was something else entirely. At home she wasn't sure about the rules. How did one get more?
How did a woman get what she needed?
Was she to ask? Demand? Was it overstepping her boundaries to express what she needed?

(...) Love stopped being simple, direct, uncomplicated. Love became difficult.
Dangerous. Complex. Love became something one could lose, something elusive and negotiable.
It became about behaviour.
It became a reward.
It even became a punishment.

As a child love had seemed so very simple. Emotion had been simple.
You loved, you laughed, you hoped, you feared. Emotion had just been that―emotion. And you made your decisions based on honest emotion.
Then you learned.
You grew up.
You changed.
(...)

And every time he left her, she prayed he'd say, I'll call you. And then she'd pray, let him call. Let him call soon. But he never did. He made her wait. And wait.
And slowly it broke her. It was the waiting for love that reduced her to this.

She could take the brutality from anyone but him. She'd been his...how could he hurt her like this? How could he continue to be so cold, so hard, so removed?
What she needed most was tenderness. Now. Right now. She needed his arms around her, holding her, needed his lips against her neck, her cheek, her mouth, warming her, soothing her. Loving her.

Her voice broke and she dipped her head, hiding her face and Maximos knew she was trying not to cry.
If she were really his, he'd pull her to him and comfort her.
But she wasn't his. Couldn't be his.

No, she had to make sure she was safe. Valued. Treated well.
She deserved to be treated well.
And those thoughts, those elusive rational thoughts allowed her to stand on tiptoe and kiss him, kiss him gently, tenderly, kiss him with pain and heartbreak before she broke away, descended the rest of the staircase and exited through the front door.

Because beyond the discomfort of the moment, beyond the pain, there was pride. And self-respect. As well as something called self-preservation.
If he wasn't going to help her, protect her, then she had to protect herself.
And if he couldn't respect her, she had to do that for herself, too. Tears welled in her eyes and for a moment she felt lost. Abandoned. And it wasn't something she ever wanted to feel, not again.

He shrugged. "I gave you what I could."

She gritted her teeth at his tone, hating his calm indifference, that insufferable arrogance which set him above her, making him the mature, rational one and she the emotional, needy female.

She loved that about him. He would resort to silence whenever he didn't like the direction the conversation was heading. How nice to be a man. How admirable to be able to resort to silence, the lofty heights, the superiority of a non-answer.

She should've held her breath
#powermove

You win.
Book: 1
My mental sanity: 0

Oh that's just rich. He's been fucking married the entire 2.5 years.
Nice, Ron.

Noice. Nice.
Hallelujah praise the Book Gods for listening to my outcry
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Too bad it won't be long.
But finally Cass saw the light and grew a backbone (for now)

OMG. Leave His Ass Cass! I swear if you say you can't beCause "BuT I LoVe HiM!!!1!" Imma kill mah self.
Leave DAMNIT! Fuck closure and what he wants to tell you. Go. Leave. Spending time with him isn't gonna make you better. Cuz he's all, go leave me im no good for you but then in the next breath pulls her back in wit a kiss or a touch or something in that regard.

FUCKING LEAVE URE FRUSTRATING ME WOMAN!11!

Im really not liking this story. Whatever the author is trying to pull with these characters to get us to accept them being together in the end im not liking. This was/is an unhealthy relationship. A bad one if even I'M noticing it. (plus its putting me in a bad head space)

Damn Cass, this girl eats sleeps and shits for Maximos. (its kinda annoying how dependent she is on him. Like she has no life without him...its not healthy)

omg, girl you are too codependent. Plus you're making me sad. Also, fuck you Emilio for the bruises, the dress, and the blackmail.

Right now, I'm currently not liking Maximos. Emilio isn't any better.
"She said no to me. She MUST be a changed woman." #muchdefiant #suchchange #wow

es una novela ligera pero con un contenido interesante, te hace ver que los hombres son tanto o mas complejos que nosotras en muchisimos aspectos.