The Lover (18+) [Completed]

Chapter XII

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"Come again? I'm sorry, I think I heard you wrong. You asked Nate, as in your brother, as in the one that beat the crap out of my husband, to come be my nudist male model?" I said, ears perking up as I tilted my head exaggeratedly.

Alex puckered her lips and took a sip of her coffee quietly

"Is this a joke, Alex?" Nate asked behind her, apparently hearing what I had said. My eyes went to his and stayed there. He had showed up with a black t-shirt and jeans, and looked just as tired as I was, though he looked like a Greek god and I most likely looked like the peasant that fed the Greek god.

"Actually no. I mean, it's kinda funny, especially with what happened like a week ago, but come on, guys. We're all grownups, and this is art. I'm sure Andrew is mature enough to understand that" Alex said, eyebrows raised. I opened my mouth, but Nate beat me to it

"Beg to differ" Nate spat and Alex swatted him on the chest

"You owe me" Alex said, pointing at him and he frowned

"I don't want to make this worse than it already is, Alex" he said, pointing at me and I scoffed

"Oh yeah? You mean because you beat the crap out of Andrew?" I said, and I didn't even know why I was bringing this up but there wasn't a lot I could say in front Alex and Oliver

"Because he disrespected you!" Nate exploded, his angry eyes at me.

"You didn't have to put your hands on him! Now something that could've been fun, can turn into the biggest drama in history, Nate!" I retorted.

"This is completely unrelated-" Nate started

"Actually, it isn't! You think you know someone, but then get slapped in the face with the truth eh?" I cut him off

"Oh my God, why are you guys so damn annoying today?!" Alex asked exasperated then took a deep breath and put a hand in front of us to stop up from going at it.

"I'm not doing this, Alex" Nate said

"I'm not doing this either "I said, starting to turn around

"Oh my god, can you both go each to a damn corner, take a deep breath, take a shot of vodka, smoke a blunt, I don't fuckin' care, but get it together! This is my work place, and I need this! God!" she just exploded in all kinds or ways and Oliver pulled her away quickly, his arm around her waist while he murmured in her ear to what she responded with irritated groans.

My eyes followed Alex, so I didn't realize Nate had stepped closer to me and was grabbing my wrist in a rather delicate way, but still firmly.

"You and I have to talk" he said as he dragged me out of the studio against my will. I didn't attract any attention, so I followed him quietly, but just because he's had leverage of having his hands on me didn't mean I had to cooperate and like it, right?

He took me around the hallway, to some back rooms that were mostly filled with costumes. He pushed me in and locked the door behind me

"Are you crazy?" I said loudly.

"Hush, Scar. Do you want to make this worse than it is?" he said in a quiet voice.