"Hand me the keys before you get out," he orders, stretching out his hand. Once the blond guy leaves us alone, I instinctively lean closer to the window, avoiding Nathan's gaze by staring off in any other direction.

"Very good, sweetheart. At least you realize what you did was wrong," he murmurs, inching toward me.

"I didn’t think you’d get so upset over a simple slap," I protest, pouting slightly.

"And how could I not be upset over a blow worthy of a professional boxer?" he counters.

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