Page 125 of Ruthless Rebel

“When are you back at work?”

“I’ve decided to have the rest of the week off. I think I’ll feel more myself by then.” I pray I will be. Last night I had to take sleeping tablets so I could have a decent night’s sleep. The nightmares got me again. Last time it took months of therapy to help me feel safe again.

“Make sure you rest.”

The sound of Jericho’s car pulling up on the drive makes me look through the window. It’s not even lunch time yet so it’s strange he’s home at this hour. Also today was the day when he was going to get his CFO position. I assumed he’d probably be at work even longer because it’s such a big deal.

What could bring him home so early?

“Eden, I’ll call you back later. Jericho’s home.”

“Alright. Let me know if you need me.”

“I will.”

“Luv ya.”

“Love you too.”

We hang up and I make my way into the house to meet him. He’s just coming through the door when I get there.

“Hi,” I say first and rush into his arms.

He hugs me, kisses me, then holds me again, this time for a little longer.

“Jericho, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I pull back a little so I can see his face.

Something’s happened. Looking at him now, and seeing the concern in his eyes I can see quite clearly that he’s home because something bad happened. “Was it Sasha?”

My mind goes straight to all the possible, terrible things I know Sasha could do.

Jericho shakes his head.

The gesture makes me feel partly relieved but I keep hold of my breath.

“We need to have that talk now.”

“Oh… Okay. Sure.”

“Let’s go in here.” He points to the living room and we go inside.

He closes the door. In all the time that I’ve been in this house that door has remained open. The sight of it locked stirs more worry in my soul.

He sits me down on the large sofa and lowers next to me, but allows enough space between us so we can face each other.

He swallows hard and I notice the sheen of sweat beading on the side of his face.

“Did something happen today?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

“Your father. He came by the office. he found out about our contract.”

I suck in a sharp breath and nearly fall off the seat.

“What? How? I didn’t tell him anything. I don’t even have a copy of the contract.” How the hell did my father find out?

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