Nathan:
I watched her disappear into her room. My face still stung slightly from her slap. I never imagined that she would do that to me. I stood in place for so long, thinking.
The welts on her hands. I… I caused them. Her teary face made my heart wrench with guilt.
She was scared of me. She was nervous around and because of that she…
I plopped into the chair. The argument from the office rolled into my head. She said that she had been excited to have sex with me in her little kitten costume. I looked forward to it as well. I couldn’t get how cute she looked out of my head since the day I found her kneeling in my room, ready for me.
She called me jealous. That I was jealous of Mr. Romeo.
My knuckles cracked as I made a fist.
I hated what he did. He had the nerve to flirt with her in my presence. The whole conversation played in my head. As much as I hate that she didn’t speak up about him, she was trying very hard to steer the whole conversation back on course. But that idiot didn’t want to be steered back on course. He just kept pushing until I couldn’t take anymore.
I buried my face in my hands. The truth was unravelling before me and all my frustration looked so pointless and foolish.
She hadn’t done anything wrong. She had every right to be scared and I punished her for it.
The blood on the sheets… I spent the whole evening that day, looking at it in horror before I called room service to take it away and bring me new sheets. I couldn’t even imagine the pain that she went through and here I was…being an asshole about it.
I groaned loudly. I had been a businessman for years and an ‘asshole’ was the last term I thought I would ever use to describe myself.
I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the setting sun through the window.
There was something about her. Her eyes, her voice her body that made me want to lay claim to her, that made me want to keep every other man away from her. Men like Mr. Romeo.
In a few days, we would finalize ending ties with Romeo Industries. Carlos Romeo had called me to reestablish connections but I declined. If his son was going to be the new CEO, then I wasn’t going to risk being partners with a company that couldn’t respect their partner’s company and women.
Enora was mine. But then again: Did I really deserver her? After all that I had done.
A tired sigh escaped my lips as I got off the sofa. I wanted to see her again. I didn’t want her to be mad at me. I wanted to be able to hold and touch her, to kiss her, and have my body wrapped around her.
I reached her door but simply stood there.
Something was stopping me. I wanted to let her know that I regretted everything that I did but something inside of me halted me.
Enora… she did things to me. Around her, I felt like I could bend my own rules. Around her, I felt…weak.
No.
I backed away from the door. She couldn’t have such a hold on me. She couldn’t have been able to sink her fingers so deep into my flesh in just a few days.
I had been married to Bridget’s mother for years and even she didn’t have the kind of hold that Enora…
No.
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