Page 92 of Adam & Eve

man could only take so much.

“Ask him now,” I roared causing Eve to nearly jump from the seat.

Eve straightened in her chair and shook her head and glared at me defiantly.

“Okay, I see I’ve indulged you too often. Allowing your defiance has made you doubt me. I’d

never hurt you, but…”

I turned and stalked over to Michael. He’d managed to pull himself to a seated position, but

his head lulled to the side. He looked as if he was a second away from passing out again. Still I could

tell he was aware of my presence when I stopped in front of him. I could physically feel the heat of

his hate and contempt for me rolling off him in waves.

Hate me? Why? He’d brought this on himself. For five months he’d lied to me. Each time he

called and told me he hadn’t found her had caused me physical pain. Then I became suspicious and

hired another private detective. He’d found her in two days and sent me pictures of him and her

together.

A part of me understood why he lied. He was trying to save her. If I wasn’t around, I would

want someone like him in her life. Because of that I’d simply fired and threatened him when I found

out he’d crossed me again. That should have been the end to our relationship with him, but then I’d

heard their voicemails. He’d offered to help raise our child, leaving me completely out of the picture.

He was a fool if he thought I would allow him to live to do that.

His one good eye shot up at me. There was still fight in him, even though he hadn’t faired so

well in the first one. I’d had fun beating him with a baseball bat until he begged me to stop. I grabbed

him by his neck. Lifted him from the sofa, causing him to whimper in pain.

“I advise you to ask him why he’s here, Eve, before I make him tell you. My way,” I

threatened.

“Why are you doing this? You can’t—” She started, but she was too choked up to continue.

She quickly regained her composure. “Stop this. You can’t do this to people.” She started rocking in

her chair.

“This is how you behave for him? All the tears and emotions? For him?” It infuriated me

while simultaneously hurting my soul. “He doesn’t deserve your tears. Michael tell her why you don’t

deserve them,” I demanded. I snatched his head around, so he faced her. “Tell her now.” I leveled a

punch to his gut so hard it caused him to fold. I was sure I’d broken one or two of his ribs, but he