Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Twenty-Three

*****NOAH'S POV*****

I heard Abigail rush out of the office and I turned to face my, now empty, office.

Fuck. What the hell did I just do?

The weight of my actions felt heavy as they pulled me down. The cloud of rage that I had been consumed by, dissipated and I became acutely aware of my actions. I just yelled at the woman I loved and for what? Because she told me her opinion. Because she was trying to reason with me. Because she was trying to help me. Because she loves me... Fuck, maybe Mason was right... Maybe I am a monster...

I dropped to my knees in the middle of my office and I rested my head in my hands, supported only by my elbows resting on my thighs. I could barely breathe and my chest throbbed with the pounding of my chest. My eyes stung and I begged the dam within them not to break. I couldn't break down. Not right now. Especially not over my father. 

There was a gentle knock at the door and my hopes shot up so high, they broke the ceiling.

"Abigail?" I called out as I sprang up off the floor.

Linda peeked her head through the crack between the doors and my heart sank once again.

"I'm so sorry to bother you, sir, but your next client is here for their consultation." Her voice was quiet and reserved and I wondered how much of that she had heard, but quickly dismissed the thought. I couldn't dwell on it anymore. I had to pull myself together and get back to work.

"Of course. Please, send them in."

She disappeared and I took a seat at my desk. This wonderful desk. I briefly allowed myself to picture Abigail sprawled across it before my door opened and my client walked in. God, I hope that I didn't just ruin everything with her. I can't lose her...

My day couldn't get over fast enough. I found it practically impossible to focus on my job. All I could think about was my father and Abigail...

The second I finished my last meeting, I raced out the door. I climbed into my car and raced to Abigail's house. As I sat in her driveway, my heart began to race.

It's okay, Noah. You're alright. You can fix this. Just stay calm and apologize. You haven't lost her yet.

I attempted to coach myself as I pulled off my suit jacket and tie before throwing them in my back seat. I ran my fingers through my hair, no doubt ruining my put-together look, before taking a deep breath and heading for the door.

I placed three soft knocks and held my breath as I waited for her to appear. The doorknob twisted and I smiled as wide as I could, hoping that it would mask how nervous I am.

That smile instantly faded when the door swung open and a man stood before me. He stood at around 6 feet, a few inches shorter than me. His dark brown hair was combed into a waft atop his head and his chocolate brown eyes burned into mine. Who the fuck is this guy and why is he in Abigail's house?

"Can I help you?" His voice was low and it dripped irritation disguised as friendliness.

"I'm looking for Abigail. Is she here?"

"Yeah. I think she's in the shower."

I felt my blood begin to boil. Why the fuck would this guy be in her house while she's showering?

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I snapped.

He crossed his arms and looked at me with disgust.

The feeling was mutual.