“I'm not your babe. And no, you can’t come up. It's not our apartment any longer—it's mine, and I don’t want you in it.”
“Try to stop me. You know you can’t. You were never good at hiding your feelings. I bet you are wet for me at this very moment.” He pulled me back so that I stumbled against him, nearly dropping the dog.
His lips crushed down on mine. I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss. “Nolan, no. Let me go.”
“No way, babe. I want you back. And I want you in our bed. Now.”
“Fuck off, Nolan. Go screw your hussy,” I spat at him. I used to love how he bossed me around, always so cocksure of what he wanted. It had been a huge turn-on for me. But there was no way I was going to let him near my bed tonight or any time in the future.
“We’re going up together and I'm going to fuck you tonight,” he hissed as he gripped and squeezed my arm.
“Let go. You’re hurting me,” I cried as I tried to loosen his grip.
A deep gruff voice spoke out from the dark. “You don’t listen well, do you, Senator?”
It was him. The man I’d seen crouched over Miu-miu earlier . . . was Harrison. Holy crap, could this night get any worse?
Nolan spun around, caught off-guard. His eyes were round. “Asshole, who the hell are you?”
He stepped into the light. “Harrison? What the hell are you doing here?” Jesus, this was becoming a comedy of errors. How in hell did he know where I lived? And what was he doing outside my building? Miu-miu wagged her tail again. This time, the little bitch was getting grounded for turning against me.
“A taxi mix-up. Was just on my way to the main road to catch another when your dog attacked me.”
“Attacked you? You’re kidding, right?” I couldn’t help laughing—it cracked me up to think of my small dog biting this big muscled man.
“Yeah, she nipped my ankles. Drew blood.”
“Hang on a minute. How do you know each other? And who the hell are you?” Nolan growled, pushing his chest out to make himself bigger against his large opponent. He could have saved himself the trouble. Ten gym passes wouldn’t get Nolan Walker to ever look anything like Harrison.
“Look, Senator Walker, just trust me when I say it's better for you to leave now. Otherwise I may have to take you in for harassing a woman.” Harrison flashed a badge that he’d dug from his pants pocket.
“This is my fiancée, idiot. And it's none of your business what we’re doing.” Even in the semi-darkness I could see Nolan’s face turn red.
“Ex-fiancée. We are over, remember?”
Harrison flipped his phone open. His voice was tight. “I'm giving you a chance to change your mind before I call my team to bring a patrol car around.”
“Cunt. I’ll have your badge for this,” Nolan spat out.
Harrison’s face was drawn, his jaw clenched. He grabbed Nolan by the collar of his shirt and jerked him forward with ease. “You can call me anything you like, senator, but never a cunt. Especially not in front of a lady. Because a cunt is a beautiful thing. I hate when assholes use the word as if it's something ugly. Now get the hell out of here before I—”
The animosity between the two men was escalating by the second. I cut in, not wanting a fight on my doorstep. Placing a hand on Harrison’s arm to stop him from saying or doing something he may regret, I turned to Nolan. “Please leave. If you want to talk to me, call to set up an appointment at my office. Otherwise, I have nothing more to say to you.”
Nolan opened his mouth to respond, but changed his mind. He turned on his heels and walked towards the Bentley that stood ten yards away. Before he even reached the car, the driver jumped out and held the door open for him. He stopped dead in his tracks. “It was a misunderstanding, my love. I’ll call tomorrow so we can fix it.” He blew me a kiss, then ducked his head as he got into the vehicle. Miles, the driver, smiled at me as he always had, probably thinking everything was sweet with us. Wrong.
I shivered, aware that my nipples were hard from the cold and probably visible through the thin fabric. I hugged Miu-miu to my chest in an attempt to hide it, but Harrison was grinning as he watched me, a strange twinkle in his eyes.
“Your dog bit me. I think you at least owe me a cleanup.”
I doubted very much that Harrison cared about a few teeth marks on his ankle, if that were even true. He noticed my hesitation. “There’s blood, Eva. I hate blood on me.” His face was stern, not one iota of joking in his expression. That part was definitely true. How very strange. I'd never expected that from a hard and somewhat callous man like him. In fact, I’d have thought he’d be used to seeing and possibly having blood on him in his line of his work. Bizarre.