Page 19 of Like a Hurricane

My fingers bump the ceramic pot I use to hold my makeup brushes and I grab it, emptying the contents all over the floor to wield it as a weapon.

“Now let’s just calm down, shall we,” He placates and that just enrages me further.

“You’re a creep!” I launch the pot but don’t stick around to see if it hits him, instead I make a run for it, sprinting to the kitchen where I can grab a knife.

I slept with him! Fuck! What did I do!?

And here I was thinking this man wasn’t like the rest.

Well, I guess he isn’t. He is worse.

At least with the others I knew what to expect but with Everett I had no idea.

I should have listened to the warnings, shouldn’t have ignored those blaring red flags.

“Arryn!” Everett yells but not in anger. I needed to find my phone, call the police but fuck if I could remember where I put it in my haste to get naked with Everett earlier. I grab a knife from the block and spin, finding Everett hastily putting on his clothes while he chases after me. He halts when he sees me brandishing the knife in his direction.

Pants hanging low from his narrow hips, shirt unbuttoned, he looks towards me without an ounce of fear or worry over the weapon. No, he just slides his hands into his pockets and cocks a brow.

“Look at you,” He grins, eyes dropping down my body appreciatively, “So fucking beautiful when you’re angry.”

“Don’t come any closer!” I warn him when he takes a step.

“Will you stab me?” He teases.

This fucker!

“Yes!”

“But we were so good together, princess,” Everett purrs, “Put down the knife.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Let’s not pretend you don’t enjoy the risk,” He says, circling me but keeping his distance, “You ignored those warning signs. You saw them, but I ended up here anyway.”

“Did you con my father into working with you to get close to me?” I ask, “What do you do anyway?”

“No, I didn’t,” he says, and I believe him. Which means he saw me and decided I was his target. Perhaps it was just to get me into bed, he might not be dangerous per se but the moment the thought crosses my mind, I know it to be untrue. Everett was dangerous. “And I’m afraid I can’t tell you right now what I do.”

“Get out,” I say, “Before I call the police.”

He glances at the clock, “I’m coming back, little storm.”

“No, you’re not.”

He grins, “We’ll see.”

He left hours ago but I couldn’t stay in that house knowing he knew where I was. My gut was telling me he was behind the security issue even if I couldn’t prove it. Why me? Why did it have to be me?

“Arryn,” My father says, pulling at the collar of his shirt. A nervous tic he’s had for as long as I have been scared of the dark. My mother’s death did a number on all of us, and my father developed a serious case of anxiety and depression. He was better now, thanks to the medical professionals employed to help him but he showed the signs whenever he was under a lot of pressure. I didn’t know what was on his plate at the moment to warrant this response, but I was also under a lot of stress right now.

“Well, where did you fucking find him?” I growl.

I couldn’t outright say to my father what was happening since it would also reveal my night of soul shattering sex with the man, and while I had no qualms about sharing details about my sex life, sharing them with my father felt like a line I did not want to cross.

But if I could get more information about Everett, maybe I’ll have more to go on to better defend myself against him.

“He’s just a contact I am working with, Arryn, he won’t be around for much longer.”

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