Page 92 of The Right Kind of Wrong

I couldn't believe this was happening. Our first fight, our first real argument and I didn't even understand why it was happening.

“Evelyn, please let me cool down or I will not be held responsible for what I say.” He gave me a pointed look, one that told me not to test him before he set the keys down and made his way upstairs.

I was fine, left standing in the middle of the dining room without a fucking clue as far as what was going on until I heard the door of a bedroom slam shut.

“Oh, hell no,” I muttered, rushing upstairs.

I opened the door to his bedroom only to find him taking off his shirt, throwing his head back in exasperation when he saw me.

“Evelyn, give me a fucking minute,” he said in a calm tone.

“No. Just tell me what your problem is! I don't understand why you're so pissed, Nathan.”

He forced a smile and shook his head in disbelief.

“You don't get it,” he snapped. “You're smart, Evelyn and this doesn't take a genius to figure out.”

“Well, you're acting like a child.”

“And you're acting like Hannah,” he snapped. Nathan groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I told you to leave me alone, Evelyn.”

That was more offensive than being called a bitch. I could tolerate that, but being called the very thing I was trying not to be set me off.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, taking a step toward him. Nathan took a deep breath in an attempt to control himself.

“What harm can a fifteen-minute break cause you, Evelyn?” he asked, stepping towards me. “Hm? Fifteen minutes for you to fucking chew on something, I don't know! You have hardly been eating. The doctor told you you're anemic and you've refused to fucking eat and rest since your grandmother died.”

I winced at his bluntness, but that didn't stop him.

“Then, I understood, you were depressed because she had just passed but now, now it's over the company and work and all that bullshit.”

“I have things to do,” I replied, equally angry.

“And I understand that.” Nathan looked like he was barely hanging on to the threads of control, quickly losing it. “But I refuse to watch you kill yourself over it. I refuse to watch you lose yourself, lose the very essence of who you are. I'm not asking you to take an hour off so we can go fuck, I'm asking you to take a break for your health, Evelyn, not for me.”

I scoffed. In many ways, I knew he was right. I could barely even catch a breath, my eyes stayed glued to the computer for the better part of the day and if I wasn't at school I was running around trying to get things settled.

“If I'm so much like Hannah then why the hell are you still here?”

Nathan’s voice didn’t hide his frustration. “You're fucking kidding me.”

“Tell me,” I said. “Go on and tell me. Is it the money?” I ignored the pained look on his face. That was the worst thing I could have said at that moment, but it was already out.

“You don't trust me.”

“Well, you think I'm like my sister, so surely the only reason you can be with me is money. You could barely tolerate her so—”

“It's because I love you,” he interrupted.

My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat.

He loved me.

And I had just said perhaps one of the most painful things I could have said to him.

Unable to find words to say, I threw myself into his arms, kissing him with all the anger and confusion within me, and all the love I also felt. He groaned deep in his throat, kissing me back fervently without holding back. He was angry, I could feel it but he needed me as much as I needed him.

I made quick work of his sweatpants and he did of the shorts I wore, unzipping them and lowering them along with my panties.

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