Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
My breath hitched from his accusations. His menacing eyes narrowed at me as he worked his jaw in anger.
Cocking his head to the side, he crept closer to my face. “If it weren’t for Skyler, I would have never hired someone like you. You don’t know how to respect people’s privacy. Parading around with your fuckin’ friend when you were supposed to be tending to my kids!” he roared, making me jump out of my skin.
I went to move, but his grip tightened on my arms. Holding me defenseless while his heated anger rolled off his shoulders.
“Do you make a habit out of breaking into people’s personal property? I should really have you arrested for this.”
I jerked back. What the hell was he talking about?
“You had no right going into my safe and getting that video out! Let alone sit here with fuckin’ popcorn like you’re at a goddamn movie.”
“Wha—”
He growled, silencing me. “How the fuck did you even know the code?”
“I-I-I-I—”
“For fucks sake just answer the question!” His eyes read of irritation. “I don’t have time to listen to your stuttering mouth.”
Oh hell no.
“That’s right … you don’t have time for anything right? Not even your own children.”
He didn’t even flinch. I thought he’d let go, but he didn’t. If anything, he held on firmer, wanting to prove to me or maybe himself he was still the one in control. My eyes gravitated to the flickering light coming from the TV still playing his wedding video. Casting a dark shadow on the adjacent wall that kept growing taller and taller over mine.
“What I do with my kids is none of your goddamn business! Do you understand me? Or am I not making myself crystal fuckin’ clear?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“You have it all wrong, Aid … Dr. Pierce. I didn’t go into your safe. I didn’t even know you had a safe… I found the video in your son’s bedroom, while I was doing a shitty job picking up after him. It was in The Beauty and Beast case. I had no idea. Watch the surveillance videos you obviously have hidden all over the house, if you don’t believe me.”
“That didn’t stop you from watching what wasn’t yours to—”
“What do you expect from me? I have been here for over three months, taking care of your responsibilities and I’ve yet to meet my employer, but you know what? Now that I have, I can see why your kids can’t stand you.”
He let me go, backing away. I didn’t know if it was for my protection or his.
“I’m not going to fight with you.” I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm again, pulling me back toward him.
“Then I suggest you don’t walk away from me!”
I snapped, “Then stop screaming at me,” trying to stay calm in a situation where I wanted to lose my shit on him. “How dare you speak to me like that?”
“Listen, Cami, I can speak to you how I damn well please. Last time I checked, you work for me.”
“My name is Camila,” I stated, emphasizing each syllable in my Spanish accent.
“I don’t even know how to fuckin’ pronounce that.”
“Here, repeat after me … Ca-mi-la.”
“Now who’s been watching who?” he countered, referring to his argument with his staff at the hospital.
“At least I can admit it.”
“Oh, I can admit it, Cami. I’ve been wondering how long you’ve been off the pole.”
“Sabes que…” My eyes widened, taken back. “Eres un puto cabrón!”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means you’re a fucking asshole!”
“I’ve been called way worse, sweetheart, but maybe it’s time I wash your mouth out with soap?”
“Wow. How much have you been watching me?”
“Whenever Doctor Daddy needed to fuck his fist, yeah? Isn’t that what your friend said?”
“His name is Dan—”
“I know what his name is.”
“Then learn how to use it.”
“How cute, you actually think I give a damn about what you want. I think you’re forgetting who works for who. Do I need to remind you, Cami?” He stepped toward me and I instinctively took a step back, missing the coffee table this time, but that didn’t stop him.
“All you’ve done is disrespect this house, my home, the one my wife and I…” He paused, halting his steps. Just as quickly as the thought came on, he shook it off. His broody demeanor coming toward me again.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Until my back hit the door.
He swiftly caged me in with his arms, eyeing me up and down with an expression of authority. Hovering over me, making me feel so small.
“Hiding things about our kids, coming to my hospital, prying in our bedroom, fighting with our son, and let’s not forget you shaking your ass like you’re a goddamn whore in front of our daughter.”
“That’s not—”
“I don’t want to hear your pitiful excuses. My kids deserve better.”
“You’re right. They deserve their parents. Where is their mother, huh?”