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We’re leaving the principal’s office. Theo is walking between Nathaniel and I, his head bowed down while his small hand stays In Nathaniel’s grip. I can tell that he’s still angry about the fight, but the anger is buried under embarrassment and shame. And I honestly don’t know which one I hate more.Mrs. Daniel is still talking about the whole issue and apologizing to the principal, but the latter keeps repeating that she should take more precautions next time. Nathaniel, on the other hand, doesn’t look back at them, and neither do I. By the time we all get into the car, with Theo seated quietly at the back seat, the tension seems to have somehow intensified. When Nathaniel pulls out of the driveway and into the road, I feel the way he glances briefly at me, like he’s expecting me to say something. Except, I can’t. I don’t even know what to say. What do I say? That I feel embarrassed? And ashamed? Or that I’m grateful to him for threatening to sue anyone for defamation back th
“You see what your violent child did!” The lady says again, pulling my attention back to her. “Why don’t you—“The principal steps in quickly. “Mrs Daniels, please—”“No, I want an explanation!” she snaps. “He attacked my son!”The boy shifts uncomfortably beside her. Theo, on the other hand, doesn’t even look at me or anyone. If anything, he seems completely unaffected by whatever this is. Clearing my throat, I hold the woman’s gaze and say. “I’m sorry.”And that’s because I genuinely don’t know what else to say yet.I still can’t believe Theo did that to a child. Immediately, the principal gestures for everyone to sit. Once we’re all seated and the room is calm, she speaks. “The issue is, we don’t have a clear account of what happened. Neither child has explained.”That’s when my gaze snaps to Theo. “Theo,” I say softly.He doesn’t answer nor move. Still, I try. “Theo, look at me.”When he still says nothing, I hear the other boy’s mother scoff from where she is, mumbling somet
The silence that stays between Nathaniel and I is almost suffocating. I’m still lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, pretending I’m not thinking about what I just said to Nathaniel.But of course, I am. How won’t I? Really, now that everything has waned down including the high from the quick sex, my chest tightens as regret churns inside me, and I close my eyes gently, sucking in an inaudible breath. I shouldn’t have asked that.But it’s too late now.Beside me, Nathaniel hasn’t moved from where he is and neither has he shifted a bit. Though, I can hear the light sound of his breathing, but he doesn’t say anything, like he’s waiting for something that isn’t coming. I wonder if he’s also thinking about my question that he successfully ignored. I’m momentarily pulled out of my thoughts by the shrill sound of my phone ringing, the sound shattering the silence, and I flinch, my eyes snapping open. Hesitantly, I reach for the phone and look at the caller ID, only to freeze when
The penthouse door shuts harder than I intend, and the sound echoes through the house before I even register it. At first, I just stand there for that second, the shopping bags still in my hand, staring at nothing in particular as I try to get my breathing back under control. It doesn’t work. Because Laura’s voice is still in my head. She used to tell Nathaniel they should have a child, but he said no. And now she’s asking why mine. At the thought, my grip around the shopping bag tightens, and I take in a deep breath, then step fully inside the house. Nathaniel is already there. Of course he is. As if he can feel my presence, he looks up immediately just as I drop the shipping bags on the couches. I feel his gaze focused solely on me, and I can tell her has questions. As expected, he asks. “Bad day?” “No,” I reply instantly. He gets up from the dinning seat, abandoning his laptop to walk closer to me, his brows pulled into that confused frown. “What did you get?” “Clothe
The mall is busier than I expected for a weekday morning. It’s not packed with people, though. Just busy with people moving between stores, hands full of bags, talking on phones or talking directly to each other. Basically everyone existing in their separate worlds. And I like it like that. Adjusting the strap of my bag, I keep walking. Today is supposed to be a very simple day, and I’m here for two things — clothes for me and Theo. It shouldn’t be more complicated than that, and that’s not what’s on my mind as I move between rows in the female section, looking for something like that. It’s Laurent’s voice from when he called me this morning. Yeah, not surprisingly, I’m not finished with all I have to do. The custody case is still hanging over my head, and the hearing is in a day time. But luckily for me, when Laurent called, he’d confirmed that the CCTV footage that was sent to him on that morning was real. Not that I didn’t know already, given Nathaniel is the one b
Dinner is over. As usual, Theo is the first person to finish, and he pushes his chair back, standing up. “I’m finished.” Nathaniel glances up as he settles his fork in his empty plate. “Brush your teeth before going to bed.” Theo lets out a long, suffering sigh, like he’s being asked to climb a mountain instead of walk ten feet to a bathroom. "I knew you were going to say that,” he drawls out, sounding lazily tired. Nathaniel, though, doesn’t give in to his shenanigans. His face is calm, voice even when he replies. “That's because I always do Theo mutters something under his breath before heading down the hallway, and a few seconds later, his bedroom door closes, leaving the penthouse in total silence. Without a word, I get up just as Nathaniel coincidentally does, and begun gathering the plates, only for him to reach for the stack in my hands. “I’ve got it.” "I know,” I say. "Then why are you still holding them?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Because I'm helping,” I shrug
“Adrian has been granted bail.”The moment the words reach my ears, I freeze for a second, the kitchen cabinet door staying open in my hand. At first, I don’t turn. I just stand there, staring at the row of mugs like I’ve forgotten what I came here for.Then I do.The movement is too quick that my
The station feels colder than I expect it to be. Not only in temperature, but also in feeling. It’s obvious that in a place like this, you have no one to save you, and the chilling, frightening atmosphere of the building is a proof of that. It’s late in the evening, and just as the lawyer said ea
The elevator is quiet. It’s not that empty kind of quietness, but rather the type that presses in uncomfortably, settles under your skin, and makes you aware of things you would rather ignore. Like how close to me Nathaniel Hale Monroe is standing. He’s not touching me though, but he’s not standi
I can’t take my eyes off Nathaniel. His hands are slipped into his pants pockets, his calm gaze fixed on Adrian, and before any of us can say a word, he begins to walk toward us slowly.The moment he stops right beside me, the warmth from his figure making the air feel suddenly heavy, he meets Adr







