It was at the roll of his eyes that Ro knew he didn't give a fuck. And the words that came out of his mouth had her bristling. The patronizing tone in his voice rubbed her the wrong way. Cute medical stuff?!? She was in FUCKING MED SCHOOL. X probably hadn't graduated high school. She was valedictorian, student class president and had graduated from her four year college with HONORS. Now she was pissed. Which meant she wasn't as smart with her words as she had been.
"I wouldn't stay here for the man I loved four years ago, what makes you think I would stay for you?" she said, her voice even with a touch of her anger. She had worked her pretty little ass off to go to Medical School. She saw the venom in his eyes, but she was too pissed to care. It made her more reckless then she would ever have been before. He had her hand, tugging on her arm, almost like a petulant child that had to get his own way. Romance pulled her hand out of his and backed up.
"You mean come take my place beneath you," she practically spat at him. "You don't care about me, or my feelings or my dreams, all you are about is fucking me. And I told you no." Her green-gold eyes flashed. "And you don't like that word do you?"