I sit next to him, and he holds me. I should tell him where I was today. It’s the right thing to do.
r /> Maybe I should leave out the bits about his father, and say I went because of what Jason did to me. He did ask me to see someone when we got back together, so I’m sure he’ll understand.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?” he asks nuzzling into my hair.
I take in a deep breath. “I… I…” Damn! I can’t find the words.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling my chin up.
I gaze into those mesmerizing deep blue pools, and all I can do is smile. “Nothing… I love you so much.”
He kisses my nose. “I love you so fucking much.”
We sit quietly for a while when a knock interrupts us.
“Come in,” Aiden calls out.
I quickly wipe off my transferred lipstick from Aiden’s lips while he runs his hand through his disheveled hair.
Bree pops her head through the door. “Aiden, your two o’clock is here.”
We both stand. I make sure he looks respectable, and he does the same for me. Opening the door, I walk to my desk, and he steps out to greet his client.
After the day I’ve had, I’m in serious need of a caffeine hit.
“Want coffee?” Bree’s deep in thought when I ask.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks.”
As I’m waiting for my latte, I hear someone enter the kitchen. When I turn around, I notice Niall’s tall, bulky frame towering over me. He glares at me, giving me this creepy smirk that I’d love to smack right off his face. Deciding there has to be enough coffee in my mug, I pick it up—I don’t even care if it’s only a sip because I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to with the spawn of Satan. The old bastard moves to purposely block me when I attempt stride to past him.
I exhale in frustration.
What is he? A five-year-old. Grow up, old man!
Distracted by my thoughts, I somehow end up backed into the counter. Niall leans in close, so close I smell the tuna sandwich he had for lunch on his breath, and I curl my lip in disgust at the stinking old fool.
Then he leans in and whispers quietly in my ear, “Listen closely. If you think you can come and go when you please, taking my staff with you, you’re very much mistaken. If you’re planning on taking Brielle away from me as well as Aiden, you’d better be ready for an almighty fight, girlie. Because I’m willing to sacrifice everything for my children, even if I have to take you down myself. Don’t think I won’t… I’ll make them see the insignificant little slut that you are. Do you hear me, bitch?”
My heart races at his close proximity, and I want him away from me. Niall’s a big man, and the way he’s towering over me, trapping me in, it’s putting me in panic mode. I want to yell at him to get the fuck away from me, but my voice is caught.
“Yes,” I answer meekly to appease him so I can get out of here safely.
“Good! Now tell me what you are?”
I’m trying really hard to act unaffected by his evil ass, but I don’t think it’s working. I think he can smell fear like dogs do. Plus, I’m confused. What the hell does he mean by ‘tell me what you are?’
Not trusting myself to speak, I raise my eyebrows and shrug my shoulders.
“You’re an insignificant little bitch. Say it,” he sneers, breathing all over me.
My heart pounds, my palms sweating as my breathing quickens. My nerves are getting the better of me. This isn’t just annoying anymore—now I’m actually scared.
The man’s crazy.
Niall raises his hand abruptly, making me flinch and curl in on myself as he towers over me. “Say… it…” he spits through gritted teeth.