Her wide set eyes are looking at me.
"What's wrong with you?" she asks me again.
"I needed to get away," I tell her. "Be by myself."
"I need to know what's going on with you, Sloane," Natalie says to me. "You're acting crazy."
"Crazy?" I say, gripping my knife. "It's crazy the way I'm acting?"
"You can't go down to people's offices and tell them to stay away from me!" she says with anger lilting her voice.
I pause.
"So you fucking heard about that," I say quietly.
She nods. "Drake told me afterward when I went to visit him," she tells me, looking down. "Told me to stay away from you."
"You're fucking him, aren't you?" I ask, putting my knife and fork down. "Tell me the truth."
This time real anger flashes through her eyes.
"What do you care?" she asks. "What does it matter what I'm doing?"
"He's your stepdad," I snarl out loud. I look around, making sure no one hears me.
"I know," she says, and smiles. Fuck. That's when my cock literally comes to life. Because she's smiling with one of the most lascivious and sinful smiles that any human has ever given me. "It's so fucking hot, knowing he's my Daddy."
> My cock has a heartbeat, even though I want to stab Drake.
"But who I fuck isn't your business, brother," she tells me leaning over. "Just like I told Drake it wasn't his business who I see."
"He didn't want you to come talk to me?" I ask, taking comfort in the small victory that she's defying him.
She shakes her head. "But I had to see you," she says softly looking down. I stay silent as her eyes come up to meet mine. "I had to find out why you stormed into Drake's office. Is it about my company?"
I wanna fucking laugh. Natalie's line of sex toys are revolutionary, but I'm not going to go tangle with Drake Carlton over an investment decision.
But I will fucking get in his face about something more important. About Natalie.
"Sloane," Natalie says to me one more time. "Why did you go get in an argument with Drake this morning?"
I look up at her.
How am I supposed to tell this woman that the only reason I went down to Drake's office on Wall Street was because I fucking hated the fact that she was fucking that man. That every fiber of my body wants her in my arms.
"Because you shouldn't be with Drake Carlton," I say to her instead. She draws in a sharp breath but I quickly add. "You should be with me."
Boom.
Now there's silence. She has nothing to say and I can tell by her eyes that she's not surprised.
She knew from the moment she met me that there was something between the two of us. When Linda and her joined our family, I knew the way we talked to each other, and the way we looked at one another, that we were hungering for each other's bodies.
"Sloane..." Natalie says, a bit unbalanced. You can tell she wasn't expecting me to come out and say anything like this. "We've known each other for so long."
"We have," I agree with her, taking a sip of my scotch and pushing my plate aside.
The time for eating steak is over.