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.

once our contract’s up, you can be

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want to catch you making eyes at any other man!”

her

ignored Natalia, his attention demanded elsewhere. Women, one after another, sought

corner, feeling a weariness

despite her attempts to rationalize her feelings. It hurt because, after all

gala dragged into the

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

have a first love. Yet, she was wrong. Maybe he could handle

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

Natalia asked tentatively.

off her shawl and

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

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

tensed. “It wasn’t.”

you laughed so joyfully

was just basic courtesy,”

let out a low chuckle.

shoulder to her chest. The

Fowler, can we

her chin. “Why? Because of Victor? Are you saving yourself for

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

I’m

quirked. “You could always ask nicely.”

with

cradling her belly protectively. When it was over, he carried her

got home, Hamilton carried her straight into the bathroom. He managed to

her stomach, but Hamilton didn’t seem satisfied. He resumed his attentions, more insistent

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

between her legs, leaving her no room to

he checked it, but to her surprise, he didn’t snap. His

leaving Natalia alone with her thoughts–empty for a moment, as if she

Hamilton at this hour? What could be