“What’s it to you?” Jonathan snapped back.
With lightning speed, Nash jacked Jonathan up and slammed him against the wall. “I will fuck your ass up. I’m not going to ask you again. What the fu?—”
“He shoved me against the wall,” I cut in, since I knew Jonathan wouldn’t open his mouth to say a damn thing.
Whatever Nash gave him, he deserved it. He never took no for an answer. If things didn’t go his way, he’d bitch or try to get his way. It would never happen again.
Nash tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. For a minute, I thought they had changed to a different color. “He did what?” Nash bellowed.
“Aye, ma?—”
Jonathan didn’t get a chance to finish what he had to say. Nash drew his fist back and punched Jonathan in the face. Jonathan’s knees buckled, but he didn’t fall, nor did Nash allow him. Nash took a step back and did the combo he’d taught me before he slammed his fist into Jonathan’s face again, sending him to the ground.
That was when Nash turned his attention back to me. He came and cupped my face in his large hands. “Are you good?” he asked again, examining me.
I gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”
He nodded and leaned down until our foreheads touched. “Damn, I want to kill him for touching you,” he growled.
I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m fine now. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”
He scoffed. “Always and forever.”
We shared a kiss.
“Let’s get out of here before I have to crash out on someone else,” he voiced.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t need you getting into trouble, but Jonathan deserves everything that comes his way.”
He nodded. “Karma is a bitch.”
I chuckled and slightly pulled away from him. We headed out of the entrance to the restroom. Once we told Farrah and Jacewhat happened, we drank the drinks we had paid for and then got out of there.
I staredat the file in front of me and frowned. Why wasn’t Shadow coming to the clinic today? He had a small checkup, but he wasn’t on my patient list. That was unusual. I had to check with Rebecca to see why that was. I had missed seeing Shadow. Davina was still active on my Instagram account too. What went wrong?
I left the station and went to knock on Rebecca’s door.
“Come in,” she called out.
I opened the door, went in, and closed it behind me. “Good morning, Rebecca. I have a question.”
“If it’s about Shadow, I gave his files to someone else.”
It felt like I had been punched in the gut. “What?” I bellowed. “He’s my patient. How could you do that without even talking tome?” My chest heaved up and down as I murderously glared at her.
“Because I can and I did. This is my clinic, and I can do what I please,” she stated smartly.
I pressed my lips together to keep from lashing out, but I was tired. I’ve done nothing but do my work at this job. Why the hell was this woman being rude and doing things behind my back? This was the last straw.
“You know what? You’re right. This is your clinic, and you can do what you want. However, it’s very unprofessional, and I refuse to work for someone like you. You and this job can kiss my ass. For you to do this to me without even consulting me first, you’re a dirty bitch. Yes, I said bitch. I quit. Fuck you and this job.” I snatched my badge and my name tag, slammed them on her desk, and got the hell out of her office.
I couldn’t believe what Rebecca had pulled. Whatever the hell went on in her personal life, she had no right taking it out on me if she had a problem. Once I got my things together, I left the clinic without a backward glance. Fuck that place.
I should’ve slapped the hell out of her, but I knew she was the type to press charges. I didn’t know where the violence came from, but I was tired of people playing in my face. The best thing was for me to leave that job. I stood by what I said too. Now I can really find a new job or look into going into business myself. This wasn’t okay. Gosh, what the hell?
As soon as I got in my car, I called Nash. I started my car, backed out of the parking lot, and glanced at the clock. It was barely ten in the morning. All of this happened too damn early. I wouldn’t front like I wasn’t sad because I was. More than anything, I was hurt. I felt like I was a good worker, and for Rebecca to do that to me was uncalled for.
“Wassup, beautiful? Are you good?” His deep voice covered me like a warm blanket.
