Passing Through

Part Fifty Two

A/N Sorry to upset so many with the last chapter, LOVE that you are all so involved in the story. Hope this is more palatable. It was always going to be a long and hard slog to get them on track. Stick with us, xx

Chapter Fifty Two

Bo sat on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands, this was a fuckfest even if he didn't feel like shit, and he did. Drinking wasn't great, and hitting him, that prick wasn't his greatest moment. Even if it felt fucking amazing at the time.

He was no threat, and his actions weren't in defence of Natasha, she was right about that, even though he told her they were, it was pure unbridled jealousy. Seeing someone else's arms around her was bad enough, but knowing they shared a past, having him throw that in his face, yep, his motives were anything but altruistic. And he still wanted to ruin that man's face, even though he was normally the least violent man...off the ice.

Fucking prick was still his mental vibe as he headed to the shower, then he shook himself as the water sluiced down his body. Natasha had walked out, it was all about to go to shit, and he was thinking about that man! There was definitely something wrong with him.

She'd walked out. That hit him like a ton weight to the chest.

"Fuck!"

It was the quickest shower and dress that he'd ever had, and he was falling out of the hotel room and almost running to the elevator in record time.

The reception was quiet, filled with suited men, sitting at tables over laptops and trays of coffee. The restaurant was to the right and he headed there, relieved to see Natasha sat at a table in the corner. Head bowed as she toyed with cereal in front of her.

She'd been through her own hell, and he'd made it worse. Shaking his head, he moved across the room, slipping into the seat opposite.

"I shouldn't have hit him."

It was a long moment before she looked up, "I don't want you doing that in my name."

He felt his cheeks blush, "it was more than that, you were right."

That made her lift an eyebrow, "really?"

He paused as a waiter approached and he ordered more coffee and toast, then turned back to her, "I came to check on you, he was hugging you..."

"That? That was what it was about??" She was hissing but he knew she wanted to scream and shout. He was suddenly grateful for the public setting.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I love you...you know that. But he looked at me, smug, gloating. He hurt you then he was goading me...I saw red."

She shook her head, "and I'm supposed to be what? Impressed? Grateful?"i

"Nether, none, nothing. I was out of order, but I was tense, worried...last night started out difficult and catapulted into bat shit crazy. And I flipped, and for that I'm sorry."

She dropped her eyes again and he was unable to read her.

"You forgive him for whatever he did, but not me for caring?"

Sitting back she finally met his eyes, with a glare, "I have held your hand through all this, tried to be everything to you, be the support you needed, and the minute my world upturns, you make that about you too? Wonder why I'm pissed off?"

He dropped his head, he had no defence, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear all this, so instead he looked back up, "I wouldn't change it, in fact I wish I'd hit him harder...but for you, not me. That was the only thing that was wrong."