Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Nathan,” I say softly and give him a pleading look. “Could you please give us ten minutes? If it’s not too much trouble.”
“I guess I could make your bed,” he comments dryly. “I didn’t get a chance to do that this morning seeing as you woke up after me.” He stands and looks at Eric, who is staring at me expectantly, his jaw tight. “I’ll leave you both alone.”
I nod, my own anger apparent. “That would be nice.”
As he’s walking past, he plucks something from my hair and holds it in front of my face. I cock my head as I try to make out what is on the small square of paper. There’s a damp stain and a written sentence that reads:
You drool in your sleep. Here’s the proof.
I snatch it from his hand and screw it up into a ball, but the damage is already done. Eric glares at me and then at Nathan. “Wow, well, don’t I look stupid.”
“Yes,” Nathan says smugly as I say, “No!”
I turn towards Nathan, my anger bubbling over. “You absolute arsehole. God… what in hell is wrong with you?”
He looks shocked for a moment and even takes a step back.
Eric shakes his head, his lips a thin white line. “Enjoy your breakfast.” He storms past me and slams the door on his way out. I stand in the centre of the kitchen, my entire body shaking uncontrollably with anger, rage, sorrow, fright…I don’t know.
This is all my fault.
“Finally,” Nathan says, looking as casual and relaxed as he was before Eric arrived. He unfolds his newspaper and turns to the page he was at before he just completely ruined everything. “I thought he’d never leave.”
His casual and happy façade irritates me so much, I barely even register what I’ve done until I see the water dripping down his face and soaking his shirt. He looks at me in shock, his mouth hanging open.
“Get out,” I bite, closing my eyes to try and rid them of the red haze.
Nathan blinks, not seeming to understand what I’ve done any more than I can believe that I’ve done it. “Gwen…”
“No,” I hiss, holding up my hand to stop him from making any move towards me. “He didn’t deserve that at all. We could have parted ways as friends. He wouldn’t have to know I left him for somebody else.”
“You were hardly with him,” he scoffs, wiping his face on his shirt.
“No, you’re right, but he always treated me with respect. He didn’t deserve that in the slightest!”
“You wouldn’t have done it otherwise. You were making plans for Monday!”
“I told him I’d let him know and we had plans to see each other tonight, you idiot! I was going to do it then!”
“Well… it’s done,” he shrugs, clearly not seeing why I’m so angry, and tosses his damp newspaper in the bin. “You need to get ready for work. We’re sorting out our new home before you go in, remember?”
Is he for real? “You really don’t care do you?”
“About…”
“That you just stomped on him like he was nothing and totally disrespected my wishes.”
He leans back, running his tongue over his lower lip before speaking. “He had his hands all over you.”
“Because he thought I was his!” I shout and take a deep breath to calm myself.
“Yes, and whose fault is that?”
His snarky attitude makes me want to poke him in the eye.
“You had no right to interfere.”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he laughs in disbelief. “I had every right to interfere.”
“You promised me you’d give me until Friday.”
His smile is smug, much like it was earlier when he was speaking to Eric. “Yes and it’s Friday. I didn’t specify a time. Can you go and get ready now?”
“Not until you apologise.” I watch him stand once more and look down at his shirt, which is almost see through with the amount of water that has soaked the cotton.
“Why should I apologise? You’re the one who threw water at me!”
“You’ve ruined my reputation. He’s going to tell everyone and I’m going to look like a harlot.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have dated two men at the same time.” He says this with a tone so calm yet cold, I lose it and shout,
“Or maybe I shouldn’t have fucked my fiancé’s brother!”
He releases a choked gasp and looks at me like I’m an alien, like he doesn’t know me at all. The pain in his eyes shoots into me and tears instantly blur my eyes. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes you did,” he says, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the chair.
Part of me wants to go after him when he walks away just like Eric did, but the rest of me is far too angry at what just happened.
“Well… that went well,” my mum says, cringing openly. “Are you going after him?”