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his neck, and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He didn’t look the part of the immaculate senator I was used to. Ice cubes clinked against crystal as he slammed a glass down on the table. I jumped at the aggressiveness of his action. He reeked of alcohol as wafts of his breath floated toward me.
“Darling, see what a mess I am? It's all your fault. Now you’ve sold our place—” He pointed his index finger at me while gripping the bourbon bottle tightly with the others. I moved toward him to grab the dog, but he took a step backward so I couldn’t reach her.
Bristling, I pushed my chin forward. “My place. I had it before you moved in, remember?” I scowled. Tired from the night out, I just wanted to get my dog away from him and get into bed. Within a day I’d be gone from the apartment for good, and I couldn’t wait to start fresh.
“You haven’t answered my question.” I huffed with my hands on my hips. “And put Miu-miu down. Now.”
He ignored my demand to free the dog. Instead he gave me a cheesy grin as he dangled keys in front of me. “I got them from the real estate agent.”
“What? How?”
Like the smart woman I was, I’d changed all the locks after I’d kicked Nolan out.
“I'm the new owner, my darling. I bought the place in a new trust I set up. You didn’t really think anyone sane would pay that ridiculous asking price, did you?” He laughed, hard and cold.
“Still, I don’t understand why they would give you a key before I’ve moved out. Closing the deed transfer at the lawyers is next weekend as arranged.”
“You seem to have forgotten how persuasive I can be. And how trustworthy.” He puffed out his chest with pride, believing his own bullshit.
“What do you want, Nolan? It's still my place, and I want you out of here.”
He scowled at me, as if that was the dumbest question he’d ever heard. “I want you, pretty baby. I've always wanted you.”
“Well you shouldn’t have screwed that piece of ass who works for you then, should you?” I took a small step closer to him to try and reach Miu-miu without him noticing.
His mouth turned upside-down. “I told you that was a . . . mistake. Don’t be so hard on me. I said I’m sorry—what more do you want.”
I shook my head. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. It wasn’t just once. Before her it was the redhead.”
He swallowed hard. “You know about her?”
“Yes. But I really don’t care about any of that anymore. A few months ago it hurt. But I’m over it now . . . I’m over you. So I suggest you get your sorry drunken ass out of my apartment before I call the cops.”
Nolan laughed. “You’re so cute when you get angry.” He wagged a finger at me as if I were a naughty child. “And it’s no use calling that new boyfriend of yours. I have plans for us . . . and for him. He won’t bother us much longer.”
Reaching the end of my tether, I pointed to the door. “Just get out. I'm not interested in your stories—”
“I have a surprise for you. I know you love surprises.”
“I hate surprises.” My voice was filled with venom, but the prick still didn’t get it.
I fished the phone with the cracked glass from my purse. Savage. I’d call him to come help me. Surely he’d answer my call? I scrolled through my contact list, looking for his number, and as soon as I found it I hit the green phone icon. I hadn’t spoken to him since the incident with Jessica, and I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited on him to pick up.
Laughing, Nolan reached out and grabbed the phone out of my hand. He smashed the instrument against the wall and watched with glee as it bounced onto the floor before he stamped on it with his heel.
“What the hell are you doing?” I cried as the already cracked screen shattered further.
“You’re coming with me. I’ve planned a vacation for us. You always wanted to get away, saying I worked too hard. Now we are. Plane is waiting. Just you and me, dearest.”
“Fuck off, Nolan. I'm not going anywhere with you.”
In an unguarded moment, I snatched my dog and turned my body away from him while I stroked her head, soothing her with shhh sounds. I walked toward the kitchen and placed