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“Eyes on me,” I say sharply. “I’m the one talking to you.”
She turns, her expression tightening.
“Did you have a problem with my speech, Sloane?”
“I had every problem with it. You were given divorce papers to sign, and suddenly you’re making a speech about spending more years married together. What was that all about?” I step even closer. “Where are the papers, Soraya?”
“I trashed them.”
“You did what?”
“I’m very sure the divorce was your idea, Sloane. And until I know this is exactly what Knox wants, I’m not signing them.”
Knox stands now. The casual posture is gone. He walks over to me and stops beside me.
“Cut with the dramatics, Soraya,” he says. “Where are the papers I sent?”
She crosses her arms. “Like I told your girlfriend, I trashed them.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because she’s done nothing but bring problems to you ever since she came into your life. You used to be happy, Knox. Carefree. You almost never called Yara. And then you came back from Asheville with a girlfriend, and I started seeing your name pop up in our office records. I know she’s the cause.”
“What?” Knox says. “You think you’re the judge of my happiness now? How does me talking to my therapist mean I’m unhappy?”
“You don’t even like therapy. Especially not hypnotherapy, which-by the way-your next appointment displays.”
Jesus.
I stare at him. “You booked a hypnotherapy session?”
He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face like this is all giving him a migraine. “I was trying it out. It’s not a big deal.”
But to Soraya, it is.
“Just sign the damn papers,” he says, voice lower now. “The last thing I need is to quarrel over this.”
I’m processing everything at once: Soraya knowing about his appointment, her having access to his visit records, and her claiming she knows what’s best for him. From the way she’s speaking, I realize she works with Yara. Probably as an assistant. Which explains how she knows so much.
But what has his hypnotherapy appointment got to do with me?
“Soraya,” I say, done with her bullshit, “we could do this the hard or easy way.”
“Do whatever you like. I’m not signing them.” Her jaw clenches. “I looked into you, you know? Actually paid someone to do that. You were obviously moving around with Knox’s brother a lot for ten years, and in one weekend, you have the hots for his brother? I don’t buy that. Finn is the origin of Knox’s problems, and now his best friend is with Knox? I think you and Finn are working together to break his heart further. He’s a nice man, and I’m not going to let you do that. You don’t deserve him.”
My breath catches. Not from shock, but from disbelief that she really said that out loud. Who does this woman think she ist.
Knox steps in front of me now. “Okay, that’s it. You need to leave. And drop your keys on the table while you’re at it.”
“Why do I need to leave?” she says. “She should be the one leaving.”
*You just admitted that you paid a PI to investigate her, and then you accused her of plotting with my brother to manipulate me. I’ve heard enough. You’re probably having a hard time processing this, so I’ll give you until the end of the week to sort your shit out. And then you’ll sign those papers. know you still have them.”
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“No, Knox. I’m not signing them. Her stupid best friend set me up for shoplifting. And I feel like someone’s following me around lately. You’re not the only one affected by whatever’s going on here. And since you’re not seeing the pattern, then I’ll be your eyes. They are up to something.”
I almost laugh. She must’ve hurt her back stretching this hard. Does she actually believe I’m colluding with Finn to ruin Knox’s life, or is this her way of avoiding a divorce by cooking up stories? Where’s all this passion coming from, by the way? Is the settlement amount not enough for her? Or is it just pride? Ego? Because from where I’m standing, they weren’t even in a real relationship. No sex. No romance. Just lingering history and a refusal to let go.
I close the distance between us until my face is inches from hers. She flinches, just barely, but holds her ground.
“You really should’ve done more homework about me, Soraya,” I say, my voice cold. “Because you don’t want to piss me off.”
She’s breathing faster now, chest rising and falling beneath her blouse. Her eyes don’t waver from mine. I stare right back.
“What are you going to do, Sloane?” she asks. “Make Knox take the divorce to court and force my hand? That’s only going to open a can of worms we all don’t want.”
Oh, right. The illegal marriage.
“Like I said,” she continues, chin lifting, “if you want to be with him, I’m going to have to see that you’re being genuine with him. People don’t forget the feelings they’ve had for ten years that easily. For all his bravado, Knox has a lot of shit eating him up. His brother’s pet isn’t going to become one of them. Not when I’m alive.”
My jaw tightens.
“I guess death will just have to do you both part,” I say quietly.
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a statement. You better sign those papers within the timeline Knox gave you, or I swear to God-
“
“You can’t do anything, Sloane,” she cuts in, her voice rising. “Take your ass back to your psychopathic friend, and tell him to stay away from me and Knox. You won’t use Knox to try to make your best friend jealous.”
My voice sharpens. “Oh, now I’m making Finn jealous? Just now you said it was a conspiracy between me and Finn to hurt Knox. Get your story straight.”
“No, you get out of my face, bitch.”
That’s it.
I grab a fistful of her hair, swiping a foot under hers to tackle her down. She screams as I slam her face into the table. The thud echoes through the house.
Her arms flail against the wood. “Aww, get off me!”
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you’ll sign the papers!
She struggles beneath me, twisting her torso, but I shift with her, keeping my grip on her scalp. Her legs kick against the floor, making hollow thumps against the wood.
“Knox, get your girlhiend off me!” she shrieks.
From behind me, I hear his voice, calm but laced with dry amusement. “You should probably give her what she wants, Soraya. Even cant get in her way when she’s mad.”
I would have smiled if i wasn’t boiling with rage. Instead, I dig my elbow into the space between her shoulder blades and press down.
“You’re not getting away with this, Sloane,” she hisses, hei voice muffled by the table..
“Say it.”
“I’m not signing anything!”
Lean in harder. She thrashes like a fish on a dock, but I adjust quickly, climbing over her legs and kneeling on them. She screams again-raw and high- pitched-trying to twist her hips and buck me off.
I’m not letting go.
“Is this really how you want to die?” I say through clenched teeth.
“Get off me!”
She claws at the table, trying to reach for the nearly empty Macallan bottle on the table. I grab it instead and raise it, my fingers white-knuckled around the neck.
That’s when Knox moves.
Fast.
He’s behind me in a second, his arms wrapping tight around my middle, pulling me back with a strength that nearly lifts me off the floor. The bottle is still in my hand, hovering in the air. I’m breathing hard, like I’ve just run five miles uphill.
“Let it go, Bunny. Please,” he says, his voice a whisper at my ear, face buried in my neck. “I really don’t want to be the guy showing up for conjugal visits at a correctional facility.”
“She’s getting on my damn nerves,” I say, struggling against his grip, the bottle trembling in my grip.
“I know.” He presses me closer to him, the heat of his chest calming some invisible wire inside me. “I know.”
His hand slips over mine, gently pulling the bottle away. He walks to the couch and tosses it onto a cushion.
At the table, Soraya is pulling herself upright, her curls wild, one side of her face slightly red and flattened where I’d slammed her into the table. Her hands go to her hair, smoothing it down with jerky motions.
“She’s a barbarian, Knox,” she says, combing through her curls with trembling fingers. “You’ll see it soon enough. You’re just blinded by it because it excites you.”
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