“Get. The. Fuck. In. The. Car.” He opens the back door.
I look up to see people are stopping and staring, I don’t want a scene. Fuck’s sake.
I get in the back of the car and he gets in behind me.
“Hello.” Andrew smiles as he pulls out into the traffic.
“Take me home.”
“My house,” Elliot growls.
“Let me out of the car.” I lose control and I don’t give a damn any more. “You fucking asshole,” I scream.
Andrew’s eyes flick up to me in the mirror.
“Drive to my house,” Elliot demands, punching the seat in front of us. “You do not play fucking games with me. Do you hear me, Kathryn?” he screams.
“Oh, but you can flirt in German?” I yell. “Do me a favor and go back inside to her, you self-centered fucking asshole.”
Andrew grips the steering wheel; I can tell he’s unsure where to drive to.
“Do not fucking tempt me,” Elliot yells as the car slows at the traffic lights.
What the actual fuck . . . he didn’t just say that.
My anger hits a crescendo, I go to open the car door to get out and it’s locked. “Open the door,” I yell.
“Do not open the door,” Elliot orders.
Andrew’s nervous eyes flick up to the backseat. He’s unsure what to do.
“So help me God, Andrew, drive me to my house or I’m having you charged with kidnapping,” I scream.
Andrew’s eyes widen and he makes an instant U-turn.
Elliot punches the seat in front of him again.
The car pulls up at my house and the door lock releases. I get out and slam the door.
Elliot does too, and he follows me up the steps to my house. “Get the fuck away from me,” I snap. “How dare you.”
“How dare I what?” He holds his hands out wide as if shocked. “You’re the one that’s carrying on.”
“Don’t tempt you to go back to her? Be my fucking guest, Elliot. I dare you,” I spit.
He narrows his eyes.
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to be seen with me.”
“That’s not it and you know it,” he yells. “I don’t want drama, cut your shit.”
“Well, I don’t want to be your unpaid fucking prostitute any longer. If you’re ashamed to be seen with me in public, don’t see me in private.” I unlock the front door and push it open with force. Thank God nobody’s home, we’re screaming the house down here.
“Don’t fucking threaten me, Kathryn,” he growls.
“It’s not a threat.” I slam the door in his face. “It’s a promise,” I scream through it.
He punches the door and it rattles the front of the house.
“Leave!” I yell.
He punches it again and it echoes through the whole house.
“You are going to break the fucking door, Elliot. I mean it. Go. Away!” I put the deadlock on, and march up the stairs.
I peer out of the window and see him pacing on the pavement. Andrew is out of the car talking to him, obviously trying to calm him down.
My heart is pounding as I wait for his next move. Angry Elliot Miles is a beast to behold, and damn it, I don’t want to deal with him tonight.