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.

contract’s up, you can be with whomever you

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want to catch you making eyes

her spine

the event, Hamilton ignored Natalia, his attention demanded elsewhere. Women, one after another,

the corner, feeling a weariness

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

into

waiting by the car. Hamilton seldom used a driver; he preferred to be in control, behind the wheel. Men with an overbearing need for control didn’t usually do well with the

Yet, she was

at their building, the driver long gone. Inside, Hamilton, slightly tipsy, leaned back to rest

okay?” Natalia

off her

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

tightened his grip, pulling her close.

“It

you laughed so joyfully with him?”

basic courtesy,” she replied bitterly.

low chuckle. “Such good

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

Fowler, can we not tonight?”

Victor? Are you

much her few 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

you just… be gentle? I’m really tired,” she

lips quirked. “You could always ask

car shook with their fervor.

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

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

Hamilton didn’t

at him weakly. “Mr. Fowler, I’m truly exhausted.”

just wedged his knee between her legs, leaving her no room

thick of their passion, his phone rang–an interruption he usually despised. Irritably, he checked it, but to her surprise, he

a robe around himself, he stepped out with his phone, leaving Natalia alone with her thoughts–empty for a moment, as

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