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.

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you making eyes at

her spine rigid.

of the event, Hamilton ignored Natalia, his attention demanded elsewhere. Women,

sat in the corner, feeling a

on her, despite her attempts to rationalize her feelings. It hurt because, after all these years, he was still the one she loved.

into the night.

preferred to be in control, behind the wheel. Men with an overbearing need for control didn’t usually do well with the unpredictable love.

was wrong. Maybe he could handle being out

driver long gone. Inside,

Natalia

his eyes, Hamilton pulled off her shawl and nipped at her shoulder.

biting back a sharper pain. “Mr. Fowler, I

her close. “Was chatting with Victor that delightful?”

tensed. “It

so joyfully with him?”

just basic courtesy,” she replied bitterly.

low chuckle. “Such

kisses trailed from her shoulder to her chest. The designer dress she wore. didn’t survive the night; it was torn beyond

we not

“Why? Because of Victor?

words with Victor had irked Hamilton. It was almost laughable–he didn’t love her, yet he was possessive to a maddening degree. It seemed to be a common flaw among men: their toys could be ignored, but heaven forbid anyone else touch them.

I’m

“You could always

shook with their fervor.

belly protectively. When it was over, he carried her inside with a semblance of

they got home, Hamilton carried her straight into the bathroom. He managed to clean them both up before tucking her into

a dull ache in her stomach, but Hamilton didn’t seem satisfied. He resumed

pushed at him weakly. “Mr. Fowler, I’m

her legs,

the thick of their passion, his phone rang–an interruption he usually despised. Irritably, he checked

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

be calling Hamilton at this hour? What could be so important?