Eleanor’s POV
The next day, just as I stepped out of the house, I saw Hunter leaning against the fence in front of Hailey’s home.
He looked up and met my eyes, immediately walking toward me.
“Go back home, immediately, sweetheart.” He said.
I already knew what kind of storm awaited me from my father. It definitely wasn’t one I wanted to deal with this early in the morning.
“No, I don’t think I will.” I answered.
“Eleanor, go home, NOW.” He ordered sternly, his tone turning overly commanding and authoritative.
For a moment, I felt the sudden need to obey his every word. It was like he had this pull on me that made me want to submit to him and follow his orders. I buried the feeling immediately. I’m not giving any man that kind of power over me—not now and not ever.
I glared at him
