“Stay out of our family’s business,” hisses my mother.
“Don’t talk to him like that,” I warn her.
“Watch your tone, Arya,” snaps my father. “Don’t forget you’re under my roof.”
“You’ve made that perfectly clear it’s your roof and your daughters are mere peasants living under it,” I humorlessly retort. “Bianca was right. You’re too stubborn and set in your ways and don’t really care about us.”
“Don’t utter her name inside this house!” snarls my father.
“I’ll make it easy by leaving,” I push past the burn in my throat. Peering up at Nathan, I murmur, “Let’s go.”
Before we turn, I glance at my parents and smirk. “Oh, by the way, I met Bianca and Dash. They’re extremely happy and doing well, not that either of you care. And they’re going to be a part of my life.”
My father lividly lurches out of the chair, stepping toward me. Only for a hulking Nathan to block his path.
“Take another step closer to her. I dare you,” he seethes in a chilling voice.
Jaw grinding, my father wisely listens. “Get out of my house.”
“Gladly,” taunts Nathan.
As soon as we’re outside the house, Nathan stares down at me with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m disappointed in them.” They lost their chance for us to ever become a family again. I’m ready to move on.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“Let’s go home.”
Chapter Sixty-One
Nathan
“We could’ve just ordered ice cream to our place, you know,” I mumble to Arya as the elevator ascends to her floor a little before midnight.
Leaning against my side, she tilts her face up and pouts, “And missed out on the romantic long drive? No way.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t know you liked long drives.”
“Only with you.”
“Perfect answer.”
She giggles, tugging me out when the car halts. I admire her gorgeous figure in my leather jacket, which she put on over her top and denim shorts. Her hair that has grown longer are wild and wavy from the wind.
She looks sexy and mine.
After what occurred at her parent’s place a week ago, I was concerned she’ll be a wreck. However, she surprised me by handling it well. I think she reached her breaking point and cut ties to protect her peace. As long as she’s happy with her decision, so am I.
“Stop staring, Nathan.”
“Stop being so beautiful.”
As she unlocks the front door, I circle her waist and press my lips to her neck, sucking it softly. Her hand shakes around the key. A moan slipping past her mouth. I bite harder, marking her with a hickey.
“Open the door.” My palm meets her ass in a smack. “I need inside you.”
“Hmmm, that’ll have to wait,” she sasses, unlocking the door.
