Page 62 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
He hesitates for a moment.
“Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate this. I know I’m an ungrateful prick and should have been a much better brother. God knows you deserve that. But you’re the best, Nellie. Don’t forget that. I’ll, uh, try to remind you more often of that.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, leaving my apartment.
I break down a few seconds after he’s gone, unable to contain my emotions anymore. Brian always says thank you whenever I dig him out of whatever hole he’s in, but that was the most he’s said in years. I know he’s a good person which is why I can’t believe Nash fucking did this!
And suddenly, my sadness has turned into anger.
I need to get rid of it somehow. There’s a pillow right by me, and I chuck it at the wall. It makes it to its destination, but the soft impact isn’t satisfying enough. I need more. A lot more. I want to throw everything within my reach and watch things shatter.
But I’m not about to destroymyapartment because of fucking Nash Keller. No. He doesn’t deserve to get such a rise out of me.
What I’m going to do is go to his house and let him know just how angry he’s made me. The two of us made a fucking deal, and he decided at his own convenience to turn around and change the rules. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works!
I stand up from my couch with a new purpose.
And that purpose is to give Nash Keller a piece of my mind.
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Nellie
Iget back into my car. When I hit that gas pedal, I let the odometer go up to what many would consider an unsafe speed. I know I should slow down not just for my sake, but for the sake of everyone on the road, but I’m too pissed off to think clearly.
I still have a few tears streaming down my face, and I want them to dry up before I get back. It would make more sense to drive over there slowly, but like I said, I’m not thinking clearly.
When I confront Nash, I need him to see me without a single ounce of weakness because I am about to tear him a new one. But the tears aren’t drying up in the slightest. I’m not sobbing and pulling my hair, but wet cheeks are not a good look.
I’m an emotional mess, that’s for sure.
I make it back to the mansion. It stands there, looming over me. It’s still just as beautiful as before, but now, to me it’s tainted. How could Nash do this? We made a deal. Me, for three months, in exchange for Brian’s employment and a wad of cash. Is it because Nash is rich? Does he think that because he’s a wealthy man, he can do whatever he wants, and gyp me in the process?
But I have to calm down. Before leaving my car, I stare at the entrance. I take in a shaky breath. I don’t want to storm into the house and come off incoherent. I’m going to make sure that Nash feels my anger, but it’ll be full of concise sentences that articulate my feelings. He’s going to knowexactlywhat he did wrong.
I let out a shaky breath, swinging the car door open before setting my feet on the ground. I stand up, pushing the door shut. It closes with a satisfying thud.
I walk up to the door, breathing deeply. My hands keep going in and out of fists, as I do my best to control my rage.
When I reach the door, I yank my keys out of my pocket, and they fall on to the ground.
“Shit!”
You need to calm down, Nellie. You need to calm down, I tell myself. I can’t lose the last bit of control I have. The control over myself is all I have left after Nash decided to rip the rug out from under my family.
I unlock the door and push it open, ready to call out Nash’s name, but when I walk in, he’s standing right there.
“Nellie,” he says.
I’m so shocked to see him right in front of me that I freeze up. All the angry words I had stored up in my brain whoosh out as I’m confronted with the man I’ve found myself falling for over the past two months.
The alpha male himself looks distressed, the hair on his head a little messier than usual. He even said my name like he was relieved to see me. I have no idea what’s going on, but I also don’t feel inclined to ask.
Nash brings me into a hug, my hands letting go of the door as he envelops me. I flinch when the door slams shut, but Nash doesn’t let go. I go limp in his hands. I don’t want to give him any affection because it would show weakness.
But to tell the truth, it’s a struggle not to wrap my arms around him. Nash always feels so good, and now is no exception. Every time he touches me, all kinds of amazing sensations rush through me. Ones that I’m feeling right now. I almost give in when I catch a whiff of him, inhaling deeply. He smells woodsy and earthy, his musk seeping into my brain and setting off thoughts of home. But then I remember why I’m here, and I use that anger to hold me down.
“Nellie?” Nash says my name again, pulling back a little bit to look at me. He looks like he has so many questions. I’m still crying because I’m not just angry, I’m also sad. This whole situation is fucked up. I take a deep breath and summon my rage.
“How could you?” I spit at him.
