#Chapter 6- Warnings

Fiona POV Andy doesn’t move from the doorway when he spots us, his eyes jumping back and forth between me and Nolan. Part of me wants to crawl into myself and hide while the other, angrier part, wants to lean into Nolan and show Andy that I’ve moved on from his lying, cheating ass. I know what he sees. Nolan standing between my legs while a wide suit jacket sits on my shoulders. I don’t have to look down to Nolan’s arm still tightly wrapped around my waist, but I can’t help it when my eyes slide to his lips that are still only inches away from my own lips. The hand cupped at the back of my neck doesn’t move; in fact, I feel it tighten a bit, keeping me in place as Nolan glares at Andy. In all, the scene is an extremely suggestive one. The longer he looks at us, the gloomier Andy’s face becomes. His lips turn down in a frown, but he doesn’t have any right to be upset. Not after what he did. Before Andy can question the circumstances, Nolan pulls me to my feet and quickly adjusts the jacket around me, so that I’m completely covered. He then moves between Andy and I, blocking Andy’s vision of me. I barely notice the irritated tick of Nolan’s jaw which I decide not to comment on. “Is this your office?” Nolan questions, his eyes still locked on Andy. “I’m sorry, sir?” The confusion in Andy’s tone also flows through me at Nolan’s question. What is he getting at? “It’s polite to knock when requesting entrance to a space that does not belong to you.” Biting my lip, I peer up at the little sliver of Nolan’s face I can see. His cool tone relays that he’s not fully happy with Andy barging in, but it doesn’t necessarily communicate anger either. However, Andy doesn’t pick up on the subtle difference because he flounders nervously. It almost brings me joy as Andy waves his arms in the air worriedly. “I apologize, King Nolan,” Andy says quickly, bowing his head before laughing and joking, “I didn’t know you would have a lady friend here!” A shiver of disgust rolls over me. His words make it sound like we were doing something dirty in here, when we weren’t. It’s also extremely clear Andy is trying to act like nothing happened. Nolan, ignoring the crass comment, turns to me and lays a hand on my back. I look up at him again in time to see him flick his eyes toward the door to silently let me know to leave first. Without waiting for my response, he then turns back to Andy. Collecting myself, I straighten my back- because I did nothing wrong- and make my way to the door. I do my best to keep my expression blank and to not look at Andy or Nolan. There is nothing for me here. “This has nothing to do with you,” Nolan states, his tone turning icy. “What is your business?” I can feel the weight of Andy’s eyes leave me, which I will admit has me turning to glance back at the two of them. The curt expression on Andy’s face surprisingly doesn’t make me feel anything as I pass him. The pain I felt previously is dull and almost unnoticeable. I guess spending my night with Nolan really did the trick. I have no more good feelings toward Andy due to his treachery, and if possible, I’d like to never see him again. Leaving that office is probably the best thing, so I slip out the door before I can hear their conversation. Andy is no longer my problem just as I’m no longer his. The office is quiet as I sit back down in my desk chair. No one talks to me or even looks at me, which, honestly, is fine with me. Mary is gone and the office’s atmosphere is already calmer. The scent of a sweet candle floats through the air, accompanied by light music that plays behind the phone calls and clicks of various keyboards. It’s almost peaceful. Or it was, until a hand slaps down on my desktop. “Did you chase me here just to get my attention?” Andy asks, leaning into my personal space. I try to roll my chair back, but his free hand grabs the back of it, forcing me to stay put. Honestly, I’m surprised he took the initiative to approach me. Idiot. “It has nothing to do with you. I’m working here now, and I’d like it if you left me to do my work,” I tell him, speaking in with a blank, uninterested tone. I was serious about not wanting to see him again, especially if he’s going to act like the world always revolves around him. Andy leans in, lowering his voice as he gets too close, “I’m surprised the King would tolerate someone with a criminal history as his secretary.” I stop typing, and Andy chuckles. “Didn’t tell him, did you?” I don’t dignify his victory with a response. Instead, I continue typing. “Stop killing yourself for a paycheck. I can give you way more if you resign and become my lover. If you come obediently, I can bring things back to the way they used to be. We can go back to the old days and—” “The old days?” I hiss, finally turning to look at him. “I never want to go back to the ‘old days’ with you. The old days left me with three years of torture and pain.” Andy’s eyes flare to life, and the hand on the back of my chair jerks me forward. “If you don’t, I’ll expose your criminal past and you’ll be sacked just the same,” he threatens. “No, Andy. You have no power over me,” I mutter softly while standing and pushing him back. Several eyes fly to us, but with one quick glance from me, they lower their heads and mind their own business. “Does the King know that his son-in-saw is a piece of trash when he’s in private?” I grab a file that needs copying and make my way toward the copy-room. Just as I enter the hallway, Andy growls behind me, reaching out for me. I push his hand away, noting the flash of anger in his eyes and the tick of his jaw. Again, I bat his hand away when he tries to grab me as turn the corner, but he moves faster than I anticipate. Before I know it, I’m backed against the wall of the copy room with a forearm to my neck. “You’d better keep your mouth shut,” Andy snarls. “The King won’t believe you over me, so don’t come crying to me in the future when he finds out about your crimes.” As I gasp for air and look into Andy’s eyes, I realize he’s right. Why would the King believe me over his family? He already sees me as the woman who is trying to get ahead by having sex with him. Pushing my hands against Andy’s chest, I finally get him off of me long enough to run back to my desk. Luckily, he doesn’t follow, and I find myself slumping into my chair. I need to stay as far away from what’s going on between them as possible if I want to keep my job. Andy is just crazy enough to do what he threatened, while the King… I’m sure he’d take the opportunity to fire me without a second thought. Shaking my head, I turn back to my computer and take a deep breath. Mind my business and keep my job. That’s what I’ll do. The message box at the bottom of my screen dings, and when I open it, it’s a message from Nolan’s Beta Nate. Up top the message is the address of Nolan's residence, and I freeze. Is this some kind of invitation? I feel my heart pounding uncontrollably.