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“I do.” Her coy little smirk falls for a moment, and then it’s back in full bloom. “Don’t go having feelings for me either, I’m just using you for sex, Uncle Nate.”
I grind my teeth. “Why the fuck did you call me that?”
She steps back, giving me a sweet smile. “You are, aren’t you? Uncle Nate.”
“Stop it.”
“I like it, though.”
“Gwyneth.”
“What, Uncle Nate?”
I grab her by the throat and her fake sweet smile drops. “Say that again and I’ll fucking punish you.”
She goes still, but her lips tremble and there’s more blue in her eyes than the ethereal green from this morning. There’s an unnatural brightness, too, almost like moisture gathering in them.
I glare at her and she glares right back, her gaze defiant and filled with so many things unsaid.
A commotion somewhere in the house breaks up our glaring session.
Martha’s voice reaches us first. “Madam, you can’t come in.”
Before I can fathom what’s going on, the woman I could’ve gone a lifetime without seeing again barges into the kitchen. The woman who shouldn’t know about my arrangement with Gwyneth.
Her expression is snobby as she clutches her precious pearls. “Oh my God, Nathaniel! What are you doing?”
I release Gwyneth with a sigh. “Hello to you, too, Mom.”
23
Gwyneth
Inever thought much about the meeting the parents part, because Nate and I aren’t like that.
This whole thing is for convenience. There shouldn’t be feelings he has to be aware of and I’m only using him for sex.
The asshole.
The fucking asshole.
I hate him so much sometimes, and okay, calling him Uncle Nate was probably not the best way to get revenge, but he hurt me. He cut me in half after giving me the best night and morning of my life. He turned me into a woman, took care of me, and slept beside me. And he didn’t leave like he usually does.
He stayed.
Not to mention, he was nice and playful and took me to heights I didn’t realize were possible. Then he crashed it all to the ground.
And I had to hurt him back. That’s what Dad told me; if someone punches, you don’t stand there and take it. You punch back, the hardest you can, with all your might and with twice the aggression.
So I did that and said I used him, and then I called him Uncle Nate because I know he hates it. He might’ve wanted me to call him that before, but that’s not the case lately. There’s been an unspoken rule about how he’ll never refer to me as kiddo and I’ll never call him Uncle.
But I said it to hurt him, not that it worked. He doesn’t feel the same things we mortals do, because he’s a god whose heart is made of stone. I can touch it, but I can never breathe life into it.
And now, there’s another person with us, and I can’t even touch his stone of a heart, because suddenly, there seems to be walls surrounding him. No, they’re not mere walls.
They’re forts.
Tall, solid ones that not even armies can bust through.
