I ended the call before Nathaniel could say anything else.
My hands weren't shaking.
My heart wasn't beating fast.
This time, his anger didn't scare me.
“Take me home,” I ordered Sedion.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I got into the backseat and leaned against the hard seat.
The paperwork was still in my bag.
Nathaniel could shout.
He could threaten me.
He could refuse to sign.
None of it mattered to me.
I had already made my decision, no going back.
The drive home from the bar took about forty minutes.
Nathaniel’s Mercedes Maybach S 680 was parked smoothly in the garage, which meant he was home.
The moment I entered the house, I saw him standing in the dining room.
His suit jacket was off.
His tie was loosened.
His face was darker than I had ever imagined.
His eyes immediately fell on m
