horny? That’s unforgivable.”
His eyes darken and he lowers his face to my ear, his presence dominating and a little frightening. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” He moves back slightly so he can see me. “You are mistaken if you think I look at you as anything more than my brother’s whore.”
My anger gets the better of me, fuelled by hurt at his words. My hand connects with his cheek, stinging my palm and instantly turning one side of his face a deep shade of pink.
“You struck me,” he whispers, his face a mask of shock.
A tear falls from my eye. “You struck me first.”
Pushing the door open I head inside and race up the stairs, wanting to put as much distance between Nathan and I as possible.
I hate him.
He doesn’t follow me which I’m grateful for. I get to cry in peace. How did this day turn out to be so bad?
His brother’s whore.
I was his brother’s fiancée. Caleb loved me and this baby.
I’ve never been called a whore in my life! I was a virgin until Caleb and even then I made him wait for it. Not that sleeping with multiple people would make somebody a whore either. I despise that word. It’s a vile, lowly, desperate attempt to insult a person.
After wallowing for a long while, I have a shower and freshen up. Powering on my laptop, I flick mindlessly through websites about babies. I should really research the whole baby thing. There’s no use putting it off and it’ll help to take my mind of the drama that is Nathan.
The doorbell rings and I hurry back down the stairs as is habit. Nathan never usually answers the door as he knows I’m closest when he’s upstairs, so I’m shocked to see him pulling it open and greeting a very attractive Lorna.
She gives me a little wave and a smile as Nathan takes her coat. Nathan looks up at me, his expression emotionless and his eyes dull. The brown in them has lost their usual sparkle.
“Hey,” Lorna grins and stops in front of me. “How are you and the bump?”
“Good.” Lies. All lies. “Yourself?”
“I’m great. We should totally go for coffee or something tomorrow. I have the day off and there aren’t many people around here that are our age.”
I’m about to say sure but Nathan cuts me off. “She can’t, she’s leaving in the morning.”
“Oh no,” Lorna says, looking as shocked as I feel. “Where are you going?”
“She’s decided her mum’s is a better option for the duration of her pregnancy.” And there is strike two. He’s just gutted me with a blunt knife. “Come on.” Nathan grips Lorna’s arm and tugs her towards the stairs.
I see he’s found his next object to relieve his arousal. Well at least he won’t be kissing me any time soon.
“That’s okay, Nathan, it won’t take me long to pack my things.” My fists clench by my sides. How can he be so heartless and mean? What did I do exactly, other than question him over his own actions? “I’ll leave now.”
“I’ll take you in the morning,” he orders, his tone clearly stating I’m not allowed to argue.
“No thanks, I’ll call my mum. I wouldn’t want you to have to suffer a three hour journey in a car with your brother’s whore.” I stomp past him. “Nice to see you again, Lorna.”
She doesn’t respond to me but I hear her whisper, “What just happened?”
“Go up to the room; I’ll be with you in a moment,” he orders and I hear his footsteps close behind me.
I push open my bedroom door and pad into the closet, my eyes tingling with the preparation of releasing tears. “You know?” I begin and pull my suitcase out, still not looking at his frame lingering in the doorway. “If you wanted me to leave, you didn’t need to be such a dick about it. I would have left if you’d asked.”
I get no response, though I feel his intense presence still lingering in the doorway despite the fact that my back is to him.
“What do you want?” Grabbing a few items, I fold them neatly and place them in the open case.
He takes a step inside and shuts the door. “Nothing.”
“Then why are you watching me?”
He sighs and pulls the door back open. “When you’re ready to apologise, I’ll be waiting.”
Me? Apologise? I’m about to shout at him when I notice that he’s left the room. Grrr. I want to slap him again.
I fill my case