His Woman (18+)

Chapter XLIV

THE ALTERCATION

Always give credit where credit is due, love. Even if it belongs to you.

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CHAPTER XLIV

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THE NEXT FEW nights after that, I twisted and turned in my bed. My thoughts ran a hundred miles an hour in my head and I had no idea how to handle it. My heart ached in my chest and anytime I tried to sleep, I couldn't help but imagine the worst scenarios.

I tried to remain happy throughout the days. I tried so hard to make sure the smile didn't slip off my face because I didn't want anyone leaving me because I was too depressed. I wanted them to stay with me forever.

I heard no word from Daniel. Whenever my mind wondered to him, I couldn't help but feel like he met someone better wherever he went and he was going to leave me for her.

It was irrational. I knew it was because Daniel was too respectful to do that, but I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my stomach.

I was supposed to go out on Sunday, but I couldn't because of the death threats. Yet another thing to add onto my list of things to worry about.

The one thing that was on the top of the list though came in the form of an angry Emma that was storming over to me from across the garden. Her face was twisted up into a bitter sneer and her eyes were focused on me in a hard glare.

Part of me wanted to run away from this confrontation, but I knew that I couldn't. Emma was like a storm; unavoidable and immensely destructive.

“You bitch.”

I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when her hand struck down hard against my cheek. Even through my brown complexion, I knew the red imprint of a hand would be evident.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled, holding a hand over my stinging cheek to ease the pain. “What did I do?”

“Shut the fuck up. Stop trying to play innocent when you know exactly what you've fucking done.” She raised her hand to slap me again, but I grabbed her wrist before she could and shoved her back.

“You're eighteen. Not eight. If you have an issue with someone, say it with your mouth instead of your fucking hands,” I growled, getting up in her face. She shoved me backwards, making me stumble back but not fall.

“Just because you're Daniel's plaything doesn't mean you can talk to me anyway you want.”

“Just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can touch me anyway you want. I will still beat your ass if it comes down to it.”

“I should have known that all you are is a fucking whore. Shame on me for thinking you were actually ever my friend when you were only using me to get to my brother.” She shoved me onto the ground and wasted no time to get on top of me and start landing blows to my face.

I responded immediately. I didn't care if she was my boss or not. I wasn't going to sit there and let her beat me up. I bent my knee and kicked her in the back, using the temporary weakness to roll her onto her back and pin her down.

I held both her hands above her head and sat on her legs so she wouldn't kick me. After landing one painful slap on her cheek that resonated around the empty courtyard, I glared straight down at her.

“Tell me what the fuck your problem is,” I growled lowly, keeping a firm hold of her as she tried to buck me off. “I need a reason to beat you up.”