Page 91 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 33

Evelyn

The next few days were like the quiet before the storm. David brought in the person that had been chosen by my grandmother, Kimberly Driskel, as another sort of advisor because, frankly, I had no fucking clue what I was doing.

Only twenty, in school, trying to manage a company and handling more money then I'd ever seen in my life, I was struggling just to stay afloat.

Nathan and Carter were always reminding me to eat because, apparently, my health had also taken a backseat.

People were fired from the company, and even though I knew that my sister had been the one calling the shots, she'd covered everything up well. She had others mark their approval so that her hands were clean. It fucked other people's lives up, including her coworkers. They were taking the fall.

It was all so time-consuming and overwhelming that I couldn't catch a break. My relationship with Nathan was being strained, things were tense between us.

“You need a break,” Nathan said, running a hand through my hair. We were alone in the house; my sister had gone out with a lawyer, probably regarding the divorce. She was barely home now and I'd found out through Jenna that she was spending nights at a hotel.

Jenna was doubling as a spy.

Whenever she had the opportunity, she'd find out as much as she could about my sister; where she was, who she was with and what she was doing. I told her to drop out and put a business with her as a detective. She was considering it.

“C'mon, baby,” Nathan murmured, pressing a kiss on my temple. “You've been working on all that paperwork all day.”

“And I still have that project for philosophy,” I groaned, running my hands over my face.

When I met Nate's eyes, he frowned and shook his head.

“All right. I don't care what you say, Evelyn, you're taking a break.” He snapped my computer shut, causing my mouth to open in shock. He was angry at me.

“What's your problem?”

He scratched his stubble covered face. “My problem is that you are drowning yourself in all this. I get it, there's shit to do but I won't let you kill yourself for it, Evie. Take a fifteen-minute break. The work will still be there when you get back, I promise you it will.”

“You know I have to get this done,” I countered.

Nathan glanced up, looking at the ceiling. Something happened then, disbelief covered his features and then familiarity. I didn't understand it.

“What did you say?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I have to get this done,” I repeated.

He pressed his lips together, his gaze unwavering from my face. Studying me like I was someone he didn't know, someone he didn't recognize. Finally, he shook his head, picking up his keys from the counter.

“What are you doing?” I asked, standing up.

“I need a break now,” he hissed.

“A break?”

“Yes, Evelyn, a break. The thing you haven't taken in weeks. I need it now. I can't be here or I'll say something stupid that I'll regret.”

“What is your problem?” I asked, now feeling beyond irritated.

There had been distance between us the past few days, but generally, he was supportive. The man in front of me was frustrated; nothing like the usually calm Nathan I knew.

“Let's just discuss this later,” Nathan said in an even tone.

“No,” I refused, walking up to him.

He laughed humorlessly.

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