I was terrified. The hatred in Nicholas's eyes was unmistakable. It was real. But between the two of us, who owed the other more?
The emotions of sadness and regret surged within me. I realized I hadn't let go as easily as I thought. Even after three years apart, I never forgot Nicholas, not for a single moment.
Every tear I had shed for Tabitha had his name written on it. If we were talking about resentment, I had no less than he did.
In the dead of night, I often dreamt of Nicholas standing atop a tall building. The fear that one day Tabitha might end up the same way haunted me.
At this point, I stopped resisting. "I'm 30 now. Do you think I still have some charm in your eyes, Mr. Hawk?"
I teased with a laugh, tracing my finger along his throat. "Why did you bring up the past? Are you still thinking about my body?"
Nicholas took a sharp breath, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face as if I had seen through him.
When his condition relapsed, he hadn't been physically capable. But as he recovered, his desires only grew stronger.
The photo I had accidentally taken on his phone was now practically worn out from his constant handling.
Whenever he thought about it, no matter the time or place, that photo became his solace. Now that I was right in front of him, it would be a lie to say he didn't have ulterior thoughts.
He leaned in, brushing his cheek against mine. Then, he whispered in a luring tone, "Leave Pete. I won't touch the Jones Corporation, and you can have whatever you want. Hmm?"
Nicholas's breath was hot, making me shiver. His almost childlike way of coaxing me was even more of a threat.
My fingers trailed down, stopping over his chest, right where his heart was. I squeezed hard. Nicholas trembled, letting out a soft groan, his ears turning red.
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