12
DARREN
“What exactly is it that you want from me?” I growl at Crystal from across the living room. The fire crackles furiously beside us as she folds her arms tightly.
“My father wants to know why you spend so much time with your secretary instead of with me.” There’s something strangely placid and neutral in her stare. “He expects an answer.”
“Your father seems to think that he owns the both of us,” I reply and see a flicker of something in her eyes. “He’s wrong, you know.”
She swallows and glances away. “He’s practically does.”
“Enlighten me.” A knot explodes in the fireplace with a bang and a shower of sparks; I glance over at it, then back at her.
“If you think that he has a g*n to your head now and you resent it, you need to consider that he’s only had you like this for a fe
