Return to Me: A Steamy Age Gap Romance by Anya Blake

Author:Anya Blake [Blake, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Nick

What the fuck did I just do?

“Fuck!” I run my fingers through my hair before banging my palm hard against the refrigerator door.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don’t know what’s come over me. I didn’t mean any of those things I said to Angel. I’ve always treated her as an equal. Never once have I ever talked down to her like that.

And I damn sure don’t want her to leave. Ever.

I start up the stairs towards her room but stop midway.

“Shit,” I mutter before turning around. I flop down on the couch and run my hands through my hair again. My right leg fidgets up and down as I ponder what to do.

I know I should go up there and tell her I’m sorry, that I didn’t mean what I said and beg for her forgiveness. I should, but I can’t.

I’m still fucking fuming. I can’t get that little shit who touched Angel out of my head. I wanted to rip his head off. I still do.

There’s just so many dangerous men in the world. I know Angel’s smart and can handle her own, but it still kills me knowing I won’t always be around to protect her. No doubt Ansel- or whatever his name was- had ill intentions towards Angel. His lowlife friends, too.

Fuck. I’m getting worked up again for no reason. Angel clearly wasn’t interested, and if there’s anything she learned from Bruce and me, it’s how to defend herself.

Still, I wanted to beat his face in until he was so twisted no woman would ever want him. But by saving him a trip to the ER, I did the worst possible thing: I took out my frustration on Angel.

I’m a fucking idiot. And I had the gall to call her immature when I’m the one who threw a violent hissy fit.

Sighing, I force myself off the couch and head upstairs. I stop in front of her door and listen. Silence. I lift my hand to knock but I hesitate. Again, I head back downstairs and pace back and forth in the kitchen.

What the fuck is the right thing to say to her?

I don’t want to fuck up and say the wrong thing again.

She probably doesn’t want to hear my lame ass sorry or see my face right now, anyway. She’s hurt, I could see it in her eyes before she stormed away. I hurt her.

All my life, I’ve handled things with a cool head, letting logic guide my choices. It’s how I survived the horrors of war and a broken marriage to a woman who resented me because I couldn’t give the life or the family she wanted.

I prefer to process my thoughts and choose my words carefully before speaking. But when it comes to Angel, I’m a sputtering basket case. She’s a sensitive, emotion-driven woman, always has been. And she brings it out of me so intensely that I fuck up because I’m not used to letting that side of me take the reins.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.