“Don’t you?” he snapped. He paced the room like a caged animal, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, now slightly disheveled. “Because from where I was standing, it sure as hell looked like you were making a fool out of me.”
I flinched but held my ground. “I wasn’t making a fool out of you, Nathan.”
“Oh, really?” He stopped pacing, turning to me with a cold, mocking smile. “So, what was that? You and your little boy toy having a moment in the parking lot? You think I didn’t see the way he looked at you? Like you belong to him?”
“Stop twisting this,” I said, my voice rising in frustration. “It wasn’t like that, and you know it.”
“Do I?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “Because, honestly, Vivian, I don’t know anything anymore. I can’t keep up with your games. One minu
