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He’s drunk. He looks it, smells it, and is acting like it.
“You’re always dismissing me now that I’m broke.” He laughs as off-balanced as he looks. “Everything has gone to hell, and everybody screwed me over, even my own father. Now yours.”
God, what’s happened now?
“What do you mean?” I think I have an idea, but it’s best I don’t say anything and play ignorant.
This could only be about the job he wanted with my father. Dad said he was going to come to a decision this week after he’d finished one of his contracts.
I’m guessing from what Nathan is saying and how he’s acting, Dad turned him down.
“For all the years I’ve known your father, he couldn’t even give me a job when I needed it most.” Pain presses into his features as if he’s physically hurt. “Your asshole of a father knows my situation and that everything I’ve set out to do has failed like fuck, but he couldn’t help me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I can’t think of anything else to say, but it’s clearly the wrong thing because his face contorts with the same kind of rage you’d expect to see if I’d attacked him.
“Sorry?You little bitch, you’re just as bad as he is. How fucking dare you say sorry to me when you feel no such thing?”
The increase in his anger heightens my senses, and suddenly, I feel very afraid. I’ve never been around him when he’s been drunk before, and I doubt he had reason to be an angry drunk before now when he had everything.
I wish he would either leave or that Knight would come soon. But Nathan doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere fast, and Knight isn’t supposed to get here for at least another half an hour.
“I am sorry for all that happened to you—”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re not sorry one bit. Marrying Knight Grayson ensured that things worked out for you better than you could have ever imagined. You had no loyalty to me whatsoever, just the man with the deepest pockets.”
“That’s not true. You know what happened.”
“I do, but the two of you look so cushy to me, I can’t see you parting ways in the next few months.”
This discussion is not something I want to have withhimwhen the end of my marriage is all I’ve been worrying about for the last few weeks.
“Nathan, you’re drunk. I think you should go home.” I try to sound calm, but the tremble in my voice gives me away.
My nerves spike when he rushes up to my desk and slams his fist into it, making my documents tumble to the floor.
“Fuck you.”
I jump up and back away. I need to call security or get to the panic button, but he’s right there in front of me. My cell phone is in my bag, the office phone is on the desk, and the panic button is under it.
And Nathan is coming toward me.
“Nathan, go home!” I cry, moving toward the door, but he grabs me, holding on to my arm so tightly it feels like he might break the bone and keep going.
“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill.” The dark look in his eyes tells me I need to get the hell away from him right now, before it’s too late.
With that fear, I pull against his vice-like grip, but I’m too weak, and all he does is laugh at my fruitless attempt to escape him.
“Let go of me!” I scream in hopes that anyone nearby, inside the building or out, will hear, but no one comes.
In my panic, I dig my nails into Nathan’s knuckles. He releases me momentarily, but only to backhand me right across my face. The impact and effect are so intense and painful I fall straight to the ground, hitting my head on the edge of the flowerpot.
The room spins, and I feel like I might be sick, but that’s the least of my worries because Nathan jumps on top of me and pins me down with his body weight.
When he tears off my top in one swift move and covers my mouth to muffle my screams, I know I’m in so much more trouble than I could ever imagine.
I can’t believe this is the man who only months ago professed to have my best interests at heart. This was also the man I was least worried about because I thought I knew him.
But what was that thing people say?
