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Nonetheless, I refuse to have someone act like a bigot towards Zeeta. She doesn’t deserve that. I don’t know what the hell she deserves but that’s not it. I need to get my head straight, there’s a lot riding on all the decisions I make from here on out.

ZEETA

I hear a door slam in the distance, the footsteps echo through the hallway. Henry walks into the kitchen. He doesn’t stop to talk to either me or his wife.

“Let’s go now,” Henry growls. He passed straight by us, walks into the foyer, opens the door and leaves.

Both Mrs. Banner and I stare at each other. Rhet comes into the kitchen, his face stoic.

“You don’t have to go. You can stay for dinner. I can have the guards drop you home later or tomorrow if you like. Or I can drop you.”

Mrs. Banner’s smile stretches across her face. “I knew you would be the son. I just knew it.”

“Knew what mom?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. I should go.”

She slides off the bar stool, walks up to Rhet and rubs the side of his cheek. “I will see you both at the gala,” she struts happily to the front door.

“Everything okay?” I know he is tense. Anyone can feel the vexation vibrating off his body. He says nothing as he stares off in the direction his mother.

“Rhet?”

He blinks from his mini trance and gazes down at me angrily. “Don’t you have a new fuck toy you want to text?”

“Yes, I do. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay?” The audacity and nerve of this man some days.

“Yes. Do you really like that Henry Cavil wanna be though?”

Baffled that’s how I feel. “I don’t get you?”

“What don’t you get? Tell me?” He holds his chest, blinking. “Ouch. Wait, shit, Zeeta.”

“Are you okay? Is this a heart attack?” Okay maybe this thing with his father is taking a toll on him.

“Christ on a condom, I almost gave a fuck about your opinion. Holy shit.” He drops his hand from his chest.

“I hate you somedays.” I really do hate him.

“Finally, but I want you to hate me on all days. Close the door on your way out.” He turns and exits the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.

“I will see you in the morning,” I reply.

My phone pings beside me. It’s York. I should be happy

RHET

Iknew something was wrong the moment I got up this morning. Everything seems so tense and still. That’s weird, I always feel the buzz of life around me. I should have stayed home. Watched some Netflix and called a woman to chill. No woman, just a beer and a burger.

I normally follow my gut, but today I ignored it. Now I’m behind bars, I can still hear a screeching Zeeta.

Here’s what happened. I get to the office around eight. One of Senator Barrett’s paid cops is in my lobby waiting for me to get to work. I didn’t have time to think it through.

He had a warrant to search my office and home. They would find nothing. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave my files in the open before I left the office. As for the most incriminating files, I have them in a whole different location.

Now three hours later, I’m in jail. I sit on this flat steel bench, waiting for someone to get me out. I can hear the phones ringing, the electronic door clicking open and closed. I think back to my mistakes. The shit hit the fan when the officer tried to arrest Zeeta. As he tried to reach for her, I told him.

“I will introduce your jaw to your spine if you touch her again,” He didn’t listen and I did what I promised.

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