His brow furrows and he puts his hand on my thigh. “Everything all right, sweetheart?”
I flick his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” I whisper angrily.
“What?” He frowns.
“I just met Stephanie.”
His eyes widen.
I push my chair out. “I’m leaving.”
18
Eliza
“Goodbye.” I
smile at the people around our table. “Lovely to meet you all.”
“Goodbye,” the table sings.
I fake a smile and storm toward the entrance.
I can’t believe this, I am fucking livid.
Nathan quickly shakes hands with his associates around the table—his manners not letting him leave without doing so first. I march out to the undercover entrance, and I walk straight up to a taxi and get into the back seat.
“Eliza!” Nathan calls as he runs after me. “Wait.”
“Smith Street,” I say to the driver as I slam the door behind me.
Nathan runs up and opens the back door and dives in beside me. “What are you doing?” he hisses.
I cross my arms and glare out of the window. I am not having this argument in front of a cab driver.
Nathan puts his hand on my lap and I flick it off. “Don’t you fucking dare touch me,” I growl.
He clenches his jaw and sits silently. I already know that he’s preparing his speech. The car pulls up out the front of our apartment. “Thank you,” I say as I open the door and get out. I march into the building as Nathan pays our fare. He shuffles through his wallet and throws cash at him, not waiting for the change.
I force a smile at the doorman as he opens the door for me, and I march past and hit the elevator button with force.
Nathan rushes in.
“Good evening, Mr. Mercer. Nice night.” The doorman smiles.
“Is it?” Nathan mutters as he dives into the elevator beside me.
I clutch my purse and glare straight ahead.
Nathan stands tentatively beside me, as if I’m a wild animal he doesn’t know how to control.
I cannot believe…. I cannot fucking believe that he would have the audacity to stand and talk to her in front of me, knowing full well that I had no idea who she was. What were they talking about? How hard he came down her throat?
Fuck, I’m so furious, I’m about to explode.
Nathan opens the door and I march in, heading straight to the fridge. I pour myself a drink and I stand at the sink and drain it as he watches on in silence.
“Eliza.”