God, I’m so ridiculous.
“Eat up,” I tell him. “I think it’s even edible.”
Brand grins and digs in, his large fingers wrapped around his fork as he shovels the eggs into his mouth. He nods.
“Not bad, Greene. I think you’ve mastered eggs.”
I’m in the middle of thinking of a smart comeback when my phone rings. Ice immediately runs down my spine, because every time my phone rings now, I assume it’s William.
But this time, my father’s name is on the screen.
The ice remains firmly planted in my back, stacked neatly between my vertebrae.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur to Brand as I grab the phone. “I’ve got to take this.”
He nods, his eyes trained curiously on my face.
I take the phone outside, where I pace in the yard.
“Hi dad,’ I answer.
My father doesn’t bother with niceties or even a hello.
“William tells me you’re not returning his calls,” he says brusquely. My spine straightens even more.
“I don’t have anything to say to him,” I say through my teeth.
My father sighs, a razor sharp sound.
“Nora, I don’t have to remind you. He owns fifty percent of Greene Corp. He and I have to unanimously approve any new ventures. I need him to see things my way. Our way. That means we have to keep him happy. He’s a difficult person, but he likes you. Use that.”
I suck in my breath. “He likes me? He more than likes me. You know what he did. I won’t let him do that again, dad. I won’t. Nothing is worth that.”
“This is worth that, Nora,” my dad answers coldly. “This is your job, just like it is mine and your brother’s.”
It might be my job, but my job description is decidedly different than my father’s or Nate’s.
“How can you ask this of me?” I whisper. “I don’t understand. I’m your daughter.”
Silence.
Then my father strikes, using his words as his weapons.
“Nora, stop being weak. You’re a Greene. Act like it. Do what it takes. Do you think I’ve always enjoyed the things I’ve had to do? I don’t give a f**k if you enjoy it. I don’t give a f**k if you hate it. But you will do what it takes to make him happy and keep him on our side. You know damn well that the deal with the city of Chicago is riding on his approval. You will not f**k it up. Got it?”
I’m numb as I listen to my father’s words, the words that condemn me into basically selling my soul, my decency and my body for the sake of the company. He’s commanding me to do it. His own daughter. Most fathers do everything they can to protect their daughters. Not mine.
Because I’m silent, my father prods me.
“Do we have an understanding?”
I’m still silent because honestly, I can’t force myself to speak. My mind is a flurry of words and sensations and horror and I just can’t manage to move my lips.
You’re a Greene, Nora. Act like it.
I shudder as I think about the last time my father had said those words to me. It was after the ‘incident’. The mere memory of the ‘incident’ makes me need to shower and without another word, I hang up on my father.
I rush back in the house and breeze past Brand, who is cleaning off the table.
“I saved your plate,” he starts to tell me, but I hold up my hand.
“I need a shower,” I call over my shoulder. He’s frozen in place staring at me, a look of utter shock on his handsome face.
I’m aware that I look like a crazy person. But I’ve got to get the handprints off of me. They might be only memories, but I can still feel each one.
Brand pulls me to my feet, and holds me up.
“Was it something you ate?” he asks gently.
Yeah. A wrinkled penis that was shoved in my mouth months ago.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I’m just going to brush my teeth and go to bed early.”
“Okay. Call if you need me,” Brand tells me again, concern in his husky voice. I can’t bring myself to even look at him, because I’m afraid that if I do, he’ll see what I am. He’ll know what I did. He’ll know that I wasn’t strong enough to stop it.