Chapter Fifty Four

It was nearly 7 in the evening when Nicholas walked through my door. His hair was a mess, sweat was coating his features, and his face morphed to show the relief he felt when he spoted me perched on the end of my bed reading a book.

“Why did you even come here? I meant for you to go back to my place,” he said.

I watched impassively as he placed his briefcase down on the floor before crawling onto the bed beside me but I didn’t say anything.

“I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry,” he pleaded.

When he met my eyes, I knew that he meant his words but that didn’t make me any less upset about what had happened.

“You were not supposed to find out like that..." he started but I interrupted him.

“How was I supposed to find out then?” I asked and he winced at my harsh remark, and that made me to recoil instantly.

“I know I shouldn’t be mad because we weren’t together when it happened, but..."

This time he was the one to interrupt me as he said, “No, you should be mad. You have every right to