But the voice didn't care about her horror. It didn't stop. Maybe it didn't see her fear—or maybe it just didn't give a damn.
"You can't stop making me angry, it hurts me you know. Like I do everything to have you but you slip right through my fingers to slap it in my face. To show me I don't matter. Just like you did yesterday. So... who the fuck was that guy you were with yesterday?"
Her body went stiff, muscles locking tight. Parker. It had to be Parker..The voice dipped darker, malice soaking every word like oil ready to ignite.
"No, no—I know who he is. Parker Black. The black sheep. The useless fucking seed of that family." Naomi's breath came shallow now, cold sweat sliding down her back as her pulse beat out a terrified rhythm.
