Chapter 8

The next morning she woke to blessed silence. She put on her robe and went down to the kitchen. With how drunk he'd been she hoped he'd be nursing a hangover in his room for the rest of the day.

As far as she was concerned, she'd have a big breakfast and then head over to her apartment to begin making it a home. She would live here for now, but the second she could leave she wanted a home to go to. Not just a house, but a home. A place to heal her heart and start over.

Her hope for solitude was shattered the moment she sat down and began eating. Nathaniel walked slowly down the stairs. “Why is it so bright in here?” he asked.

“You designed the house with windows bigger than the average apartment,” she said flatly.

He rolled his eyes. “This house is a masterpiece. It's not my fault you never learned to appreciate it.”

“I can appreciate it. It's just not my style.”

He sat down heavily in a chair at the table. “Get me some water, will you?”

She ignored him and continued eating.

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