70. I feel so fucking powerful

NATE

Fuck.

Tension bubbles inside me like hot lava, rushing through my veins and spreading all over my entire body at the ferocious scrutinizing eyes of my father on Tasha.

I can't believe he is back. Tonight of all fucking nights.

I slip my fingers into Tasha's hand under the table, trying to calm myself with the distraction of the softness and warmth of her fingers entwined with mine. She tightens her grip on my hand. I can feel her unease, but her face wears a calm expression that contradicts the storm swirling in her eyes as she continues staring at my father.

I sense her uneasiness relaxing a bit second by second.

"Good evening sir." She manages to flash a small, composed smile at my father, her smooth voice breaking the choking silence in the air.

My father does not respond. Damn him. He simply walks over to his spot at the head of the table and sits like the king he is, his scornful eyes never leaving Tasha all the while.

My belly churns hard at the intensity. My blood begins t