“Nesta,” he murmured, and I rushed to the door. But he grabbed my hand and my head shot at him.
I yanked my arms away from his hold. “Don’t touch me!” I spat the words.
“I have given you the space you wanted. But this is going too far!” He clenched his jaw, and I scoffed in disbelief. This male and the audacity he has! I wanted to laugh at his face but leaving was far more important.
“Nesta! We are not finished yet!” He grabbed my arm again as I turned around.
“Don’t take my name.” I snarled and tried to yank my hand free again, but his hold didn’t budge this time.
“I gave you the time and space! So, why are you behaving like this!”
“Let my hand go or I will rip it out of your grip!” I growled and the door opened again. And walked in a man in a black suit. He glanced at Erdem’s hand that gripped mine then stared at Erdem.
“Your father has asked for your presence.” He solemnly informed, a certain coldness in his voice bothered me.
