Together Forever novel Chapter 7

"Who the fuck is that Nick?"

I hear a familiar voice and finally get the courage to open my eyes just to see him staring at me furiously. His one hand is wrapped around my waist and the other is on the back of my head. His eyes are burning with anger but should I say he is still looking hot!

He is holding me so tightly that my body is pressed against his. His face is just in front of mine, his hot breath fences my face. For the close proximity, every time he exhales a breath, I feel like a gust of fire wind is hitting me.

Why do we always have to be this close?

"Speak. up. Evelyn." His angry voice brings me out of my trance.

What the hell did I even do to make him angry?

"What did you ask? I forgot." I say slowly.

Call me dumb but I really forgot. It's so difficult to remember something in this kind of hot weather. I mean the temperature is pretty cool outside, 11 degrees celsius. But in the position I am in now, I am feeling so hot.

"I asked who Nick is?" He grits.

God, where has the flirty guy gone? He is looking furious now.

"How do you know him?" I ask.

"I don't know that is why I am asking right? Now answer me."

That's right.

But why the sudden interest in Nick?

"Nick is my best friend," I reply as soon as his brown eyes instantly flare up with vicious rage and that look really scares me. He grips my face in a firm grip and moves his face dangerously close,

"Don't lie to me." He whispers in a harsh voice causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"I... I am n-not lying. He is my friend. What else would he be?" I stutter.

"He is your boyfriend, isn't he?"

Boyfriend?!

What the hell!

I mean what kinda hell is this?

I really can't understand anything. What in the world made him think that?

"What? No, why would he be my boyfriend?" I exclaim.

He closes his eyes and then flutters them open and this time I see more anger on his face.

"Then why the fuck he kissed you?" He barks, my mouth gapes hearing him.

"Ho...how did you know that?"

"Really? How did I know right?" He mocks, "Let me tell you that you were so excited to mingle with your boyfriend that you even forgot to cut the call. And I accidentally overheard everything."

GOD DAMN IT!

That's the case.

Now I remember when I saw the jet landing I was too excited and just shoved the phone without cutting the call. And when Nick kissed me, I scolded him then Ethan heard us. But so what? Can't a friend kiss on the cheek? It's cheek for hell's sake.

Even if he thinks that Nick is my boyfriend, there's nothing for him to get angry. Not that I want one but I have the right to have a boyfriend, right?

"Why aren't you trusting me? He is just my friend, nothing else, and that kiss..."

He tightens his grip on my waist as he barks again,

"Yes, that fucking kiss! Why did he kiss you if he is just your 'friend'? If he is not your boyfriend?"

That's when it strikes me. He is interrogating me like I committed a crime. Nobody ever even scolded me and here he is yelling at my face.

This is completely my personal matter. He doesn't have any right to enter inside. Did I want him to give me the list of his girlfriends? It's not that I don't know he has a new girl with him every other day but I didn't ask anything. He shouldn't either.

Now I am feeling bad to let him behave like that with me this whole time.

I remove my hand from his shoulder and push him hard to which he stumbles back a little looking at me taken aback.

"How dare you talk to me like that, Ethan? What the hell is your problem with Nick? Even if he is my boyfriend and even if he kissed me, so? Who are you to ask me an explanation?" I yell at him.

"So you are confessing he is your boyfriend?" He asks me in a low voice with an unknown expression on his face.

He stands in front of me for a while scrutinizing my face then averts his gaze. His expression changes as he runs towards his desk with a clenched jaw and eyes that are suffusing fire. Before I understand anything, he grabs the flower vase and chucks it against the wall with so much force. I let out a gasp as the vase breaks apart with a crashing sound and pieces of broken glass scatter throughout the place in a glimpse.

Not sparing a glance at the mess he just made, he stomps towards the wall before him and to my very shock, starts hitting the wall more forcefully than people punch the damn punching bag.