Adele:
The most infuriating part? He didn’t say a word. His gaze stayed locked on me, and his grip on my wrist didn’t loosen an inch.
I turned my head away as I continued to tug against his hold. But the more I struggled, the tighter his fingers dug into my skin.
“Nathan, you’re hurting me. Let go,” I winced before finally looking back at him. My voice must have snapped him out of whatever trance he was in because he blinked, shook his head like he was clearing a fog, and then abruptly released me as if my touch burned.
“What was that about, huh?” I snapped.
But he ignored me completely, leaning back in his seat with maddening composure. Crossing one leg over the other, he spoke softly to the chauffeur waiting patiently up front. “Drive.”
I could feel my blood boiling as anger cours
