Dressed only in Raphael’s shirt that barely covers my ass, I feel shame burning my cheeks as we exit the office. The woman at the reception desk is polite, almost afraid of Raphael. She only sneaks one glance at me, but I can tell she's amused.
It makes me wonder about so much – like Raphael's fiancée.
Does this mean I'm now his sidepiece, or will he break up with that woman I've seen in pictures with him?
Selfishly, I hope he won't stay with the pretty, older blonde. I want him for myself and I can't bear the thought of losing Raphael to some woman I obviously can't compare to.
All these thoughts and more circle my head as Raphael straps me into the passenger seat and begins the drive to my house. I don't say a word the whole ride over. By the time he pulls up on our cul-de-sac, I see two police cars up front along with Nox in his robe, and I know I'm fucked.
"Last chance to change your mind." I grab Raphael's arm, pleading with him. "Please. I really don't know if I can deal with this right now."
"You want to go?" he asks softly.
But by then it's too late.
Nox has spotted the car, and he's coming over wearing a thunderous expression.
Suddenly, I'm no longer afraid for myself.
I'm terrified of what my father will do to my sugar daddy...
Chapter 12
Raphael
I'm tapping my fingers against the door as I watch Nox walking up to the car. From the scowl on his face, I can tell he's ready for a fight.
With a heavy sigh, I push open the door and get out of the car.
"I didn't come here looking for trouble," I say resolutely. "I just came to –"
"Is she with you?" Nox snarls at me before I can even get my sentence out. "Do you have her?"
Answering his question for me, Willa pushes the passenger door open and gets out of the car, smiling apologetically at her father.
"Hey, Nox."
There's a look of pure relief on Nox's face – but it only lasts a moment and then it's replaced by pure, undiluted anger.
"You going to explain this, Willa?" he hisses at his daughter. "What are you doing with this prick?"
"He helped me," Willa cuts in with a pout. "He didn't do anything wrong."
"Oh, fucking sure," Nox scoffs. "I knew you were up to something, you sick son of a bitch."
Before any of us can stop him, Nox has thrown himself at me like a wild animal. I'm looking out for a weapon in his hands but there's nothing except the man's clenched fists – and those hurt like a motherfucker as they connect with my jaw.
I stumble back then pick myself up again. The next time he comes at me, I'm ready, and he doesn't move me an inch. Growing angrier, he throws himself at me again and again, screaming his head off.
"Nox, Nox, Nox!"
Suddenly Dove is between us, trying to push her husband off me.
"Don't do this," she whispers. "Remember your parole."
I raise my brows as Nox runs his fingers through his dark hair and paces the sidewalk. There's a small crowd gathered on the street now, and everybody's staring us down just as the police officers run forward.
"Is there a problem here, sir?" The male officer addresses me, and I can tell Nox is going to explode again since the man addressed me and not him.
"Everything's fine," I mutter, motioning for him to back off. "I brought Willa home. I'm sorry for everything."
"You're about to be real fucking sorry, you piece of shit," Nox growls at me just as two little boys come out of the house.
"Dad?"
Nox looks over his shoulder at the boys, carbon copies of him and Dove. They must be their sons. The family resemblance is uncanny.
"Everything's fine, boys," Nox calls out. "Go back inside the house."
The two boys don't budge, watching with wide eyes.
"We're sorry, Mr. Miller, but you were still in violation of your parole," the female officer speaks, her eyes filled with pain as she reads Nox his rights.
"Parole?" Willa's bottom lip wobbles and she glances between Nox and Dove. "You don't have to go back, do you?"
"You have the right to remain silent," the officer begins, making my blood run cold. Fucking hell, I've really just fucked up this guy's life in one fell swoop.
"I'll get you a lawyer," I tell a crestfallen Nox. "The best."
"Fuck your lawyer and fuck your money, and fuck you," Nox spits out. "Stay the fuck away from my daughter."
"That's enough," the other officer barks. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut, Mr. Miller."
They shove him into the squad car and we all watch as Dove runs up after him, eyes glistening with tears because she can't leave her children with me and go with her husband. She doesn't trust me now, either. She probably never did. The woman only has eyes for her monster of a spouse.