"What makes me different from any other girl you've hooked up with? Huh? Enlighten me." My voice giving up on me with every syllable I screamed. He gripped my torso tighter, his eyes looking deep into my soul. "You want to know what makes you different from the others?" The anger seething from him. " I love you, that's what makes you different. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I've fucked countless amount of woman just to feel close to someone other than my family? That I've paid for a woman to get on their knees and beg me to make love to them. All because I was insecure and didn't think anyone could love me like I loved them? Is that what you wanted?" With every word, he spoke his eyes turned another shade darker. Shit.