Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 12

Hamilton sidled up to Natalia, his large hand casually wrapping around her waist. A smirk. played on his lips, but his eyes were a chilly expanse of ice. “What’s got you so tickled pink? Mind sharing the joke?”

Natalia offered a strained smile. “Mr. Henkel was just saying your old flame’s coming back to town.”

Hamilton chuckled lightly, not bothering to pick up the thread of that conversation. Instead, he prodded, “And do you find this cause for giggles, Ms. Jenkins?”

Natalia felt a heavy knot in her stomach. What was she supposed to do, not smile? It’s not like she could grab Hamilton and wail about why he could pine for a past flame but not give her the time of day. She prided herself on being more self–aware than that.

“I was just happy for Mr. Fowler,” she said.

Hamilton’s expression darkened. “Well, I’m just overwhelmed by your thoughtfulness.”

Victor watched the sparring pair and couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, Fowler, when your old flame shows up, give me a heads–up. I’ll take Ms. Jenkins off your hands. That way, it’s not like I’m poaching, right?”

The hint of a cold smile flickered across Hamilton’s brooding face.

“What’s this? You two cooking up a scheme?”

“No!” Natalia blurted out, a bit too quickly.

Victor might not care about Hamilton’s opinion, but Natalia had to.

“I’ve already turned Mr. Henkel down.”

But Victor seemed unbothered. “Don’t be so hasty to refuse, Ms. Jenkins. Sometimes you gotta taste a few dishes to know which one really satisfies your cravings,” he said, leaving them with that thought.

Natalia’s face soured. She suspected Victor was just trying to get back at her. “Mr. Fowler, I really don’t have those kinds of feelings for him.”

Hamilton swirled the liquor in his glass, his expression unreadable.

“Isn’t it just about the money for you, Ms. Jenkins? Why isn’t Victor up to snuff?”

Her smile faded, the corners of her mouth turning white with the effort to keep the bitterness at bay.

“Three years with Mr. Fowler, my standards have naturally risen.”

Hamilton was unimpressed, his gaze heavy on Natalia.

Jenkins, once our contract’s up, you can be with

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you making eyes at any other man!”

stiffly, her spine

Hamilton ignored Natalia, his attention demanded elsewhere. Women,

sat in the corner, feeling a weariness that seeped into her

rationalize her feelings. It hurt because, after all these years, he was still

gala dragged into the night.

finally left, the chauffeur was waiting by the car. Hamilton seldom used a driver; he preferred to be in control, behind the wheel. Men with an

love. Yet, she was wrong. Maybe he could handle being out

the driver long gone. Inside, Hamilton, slightly tipsy, leaned back

okay?” Natalia asked

pulled off her shawl and nipped

she moaned softly, biting back a sharper pain. “Mr. Fowler, I can

his grip, pulling her close. “Was chatting with Victor that

tensed. “It

so joyfully

courtesy,”

out a low chuckle. “Such good manners, Ms.

The designer dress she

we not tonight?”

her chin. “Why? Because of Victor?

laughable–he didn’t love her, yet he was possessive to a maddening

you just… be gentle? I’m

lips quirked. “You could always ask

shook with their

her belly protectively. When it was

into the bathroom. He managed to

didn’t seem satisfied. He resumed his attentions, more insistent than before.

him weakly. “Mr. Fowler, I’m truly

between her legs, leaving

phone rang–an interruption he usually despised. Irritably, he checked it, but to her surprise, he didn’t snap. His mood shifted, and he

Natalia alone with her thoughts–empty for a moment, as if she didn’t know what to feel anymore.

this hour? What could be