“Let go of her,” I demand but keep my voice calm.
“Excuse me?”
I step as close to him as I can and speak through gritted teeth.
“Let go of her,” I speak slowly, my voice growling.
He drops her hand and turns towards me. We’re nose to nose.
“I asked what you’re doing here.”
“Why are you here?” I retort instead of giving him an answer.
“He was just leaving,” Seraphine adds.
“No, actually I wasn’t. Seraphine was inviting me inside.”
“By the looks of it, she was doing no such thing,” I say. “Perhaps it’s best if you leave.”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck you’re doing here,” Harrison snaps.
“He’s picking up a file,” Seraphine offers, but it does no good. Harrison is angry and even if I had a delivery hat on and a bag of food, he wouldn’t believe that I belonged here. Though, thinking about it, I suppose that is a pretty ludicrous idea. Me delivering food. Ha!
“I raised you better than this,” I hiss. “Putting your hands on a woman?”
“Oh, please. I hardly touched her.”
“Perhaps if I never heard the way you speak to her or seen the way you have looked at her, I’d believe that. Maybe if I didn’t know you’ve cheated on her, then I would believe that. But your actions say otherwise, and I do not approve.”
He scoffs. “I don’t need your approval,father.”
“Then I suppose you don’t need my money either?” I raise a brow, and he can’t hide the shock from his face.
“You wouldn’t.”
“If I catch you in one more compromising position with her, hear you speak to her in a tone that is anything but appropriate, I will cut you off faster than a tumor,” I threaten.
“You—”
“Try me,” I seethe.
Harrison lets out a frustrated sound before stepping back and angling his head toward Seraphine. “Wewilltalk about this later.”
She nods, and it’s now I notice she’s hugging herself. Terror and tears in her eyes.
Once Harrison storms off, disappearing around the corner, I usher Seraphine into her apartment, lock the door and pull her into my arms while dropping my jacket onto the floor.
“You’re okay,” I tell her.
She’s shaking. “What just happened?” she asks.
I release her, cupping her face and making her look at me.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“You told him you’d cut him off…”
“I don’t like the way he talks to you. Hell, the way he treats you.”
