Page 19 of In the Midst of Chaos

Man, I’d missed him.

I’d missed this house.

Sadly, being here also reminded me of how much I missed my father.

Don’t get me wrong, I missed my mom, but I had less time with her than I did with my dad. I sometimes would forget what she looked like. When I looked in the mirror, I was reminded of my father.

With a towel wrapped around my middle, I stepped out of the shower and walked toward my room.

Lying down on the left side of the bed was Nashton. He was holding one of my picture frames, looking lost in thought. I knew which one it was. The picture was of my father and me. I had been four, and my dad was lifting me toward the sky. I was wearing a white tulle dress with a bomber jacket and combats boots. As lovely as the picture was, that wasn’t why I had it on my nightstand.

Sitting on a battery-operated four-wheeler was Nash, and he was also smiling at the camera.

“Get your nasty-ass boots off my bed,” I scolded him, not daring to cower or go back inside the bathroom to change.

Nashton licked his lower lip, and I swore I could feel the tip of his tongue tracing my skin. Slowly, he put the frame back down, and he did it without breaking eye contact with me.

He sat up, and I could feel those mismatched eyes caressing me, my legs, and moving their way up to my face.

“See something you want?” I smarted off because I couldn’t help myself. I lived to get a reaction from him because he was usually guarded with me.

His eyes flared, and his shields were up again.

“What I wanted from you, I already got,” he said lazily with a smoky tone.

My legs quivered, and I felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach, running down between my legs.

“So, there’s nothing you want from me?” I raised a brow.

Nash got up and took a step toward me. I wasn’t short for a girl—medium height, and when I wore heels, I was supermodel tall. Even when I had heels on, Nash was taller. Add it to the seven thousand and eighty-six things I liked about him.

I tipped my chin so I could look up at him. My heartbeat slowed, maybe bracing itself for what was about to come out of his mouth. It didn’t matter what he said, it didn’t matter what he did, not when the biggest blow he could give was already delivered.

Nash looked down at me, and he inhaled slowly as if he were taking my scent in.

“Don’t go to the meeting today,” he said.

My body shook with the sting of betrayal.

“Is this why you wanted me gone? So I would be out of the picture, and you boys could run all of it on your own?”

His eyes flashed.

“You think I’d have to send you away to destroy you?”

My throat clogged, and I did the only thing I could think of to have the upper hand.

“I think…” I said as I let the towel drop, baring my body to him.

Nash sucked in a breath and let out a hiss. He didn’t pretend like he wasn’t looking. His eyes were on my breasts. My nipples had been pebbled since the moment I’d seen him on my bed.

When his eyes made it to the apex of my thighs, they snapped back to my face.

His eyes stayed on my face for a second longer, and then he bent to pick the towel up and threw it at me.

“You have nothing I haven’t seen before.” The asshole smirked, then turned around and walked out of my room.

Chapter Seven

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