#Chapter145
/"You’re being insecure and jealous, nothing more. Natasha isn’t a threat, she doesn’t have anything to get between us with; she just needs a friend. You know I can’t stand jealous women, Sophie./" He walks off towards his study at the left of us and seems to dismiss me with a look. I erupt in good old-fashioned fiery hell hath no fury. The part of me that has been dormant since Leila’s party. He has no clue how much of an asshole that sentence just made him.
/"Fuck you. Stop talking down to me like I’m a fucking child! I hate it when you do that./" I scream at him; seeing him stop and tense, he turns harshly, shocked by my sudden outburst and acting like a typical man. I can already tell the response is not going to be full of sweet nothings. That little tight muscle tense on his jaw, brows lowering and angry green glare.
