The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: GUNSHOTS

Finnegan

"Get away from my grandchild."

Mother’s voice sliced through the cool night air like a whip, cold and dripping with pure disdain as she glared at Abigail.

Just fucking wonderful. First, she had interrupted my moment with Abigail to rant about my choice of hall for the gala and why that was reason enough to fire my assistant.

I had long known that Mother complained simply because she enjoyed it and loved to find fault with everything, but that didn’t make it any less irritating.

Richard had been saying something cryptic earlier. I needed to figure out what the hell he meant. What if it had something to do with the shell companies evidence Mother planted on my computer?

And why on earth was Angel even here? She should be back home in bed!

I narrowed my eyes at River, who threw her hands up in defense.

"Didn’t you hear me?!" Mother spat. "Angel, get away from that woman right now."

My daughter instantly stiffened beside Abigail and lifted her chin in defiance. "I don’t mind her being here, Grandmother. I like Abigail. She’s funny, and she talks to me like I’m a real person, not some fragile little doll."

Mother took a step forward, but I moved instantly, planting myself in front of her. She could take up whatever she wanted with me and leave Angel and Abigail out of this.

"That’s enough, Mother," I hissed. "We’ll discuss this tomorrow. I have important guests waiting inside."

Mother’s green eyes burned so hot with fury, it turned my stomach. In the past, whenever she looked at me like that, I’d simply assumed it was because I had failed her in some way. Now I knew that nothing I did would be good enough for her anyway.

"Suit yourself. Just be assured that I will do the same, son." She sniped, finally spinning on her heel and storming toward her car.

The butler immediately rushed forward to take her purse and help her into the vehicle.

The second she was gone, my shoulders dropped slightly. Angel’s shoes pounded the ground as she ran over to me and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, pressing her face into my torso.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, princess," I sighed, combing my fingers through her hair.

"Your assistant is really pretty. And super funny too. I like her a lot. We were telling jokes, and she didn’t treat me like a kid."

A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. I looked over Angel’s head and locked eyes with Abigail.

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