I crossed my arms, leaning against my car as I waited. The seconds dragged on, every passing moment stoking the fire inside me. He thought he could ignore me? Brush me off like I didn’t matter?
Finally, the door opened, and Nathan stepped out, his movements slow and deliberate as he approached me. Even now, he radiated that calm, infuriating charm that had pulled me in from the start.
“Why are you screaming like a dog in the middle of the night?” he asked, his tone laced with mockery as he stopped a few feet away.
I straightened, refusing to be intimidated. “Why do you think I’m here? We need to talk.”
His brow arched, his hands sliding into his pockets. “About what, Adelaide? You couldn’t have waited until morning?”
“No,” I snapped, stepping closer. “Because you keep avoiding me. What’s going on, Nathan? You act like I’m the one working for you when this was supposed to be a partnership.”
Nathan sighed, his gaze shifting away for a moment before landing back on me.
“Let’s talk inside,” he said, gesturing toward the house. “We don’t need the neighbors hearing this.”
Nathan opened the door and stepped aside, his expression sharp but controlled. “You shouldn’t come barging into my home like this,” he stated, his tone clipped.
I brushed past him, ignoring his scolding. “I can because I’m your woman,” I declared, turning to face him as I crossed my arms. My voice carried the weight of my frustration, and I refused to back down. “Before you put a ring on Raina’s finger, you’re putting one on mine. She can have the fake one.”
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