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I could not believe what had happened. I mean of course I was not angry with Nathan because he was only trying to protect me.
And even though he was controlled by anger, he thought he was doing the right thing so I could not blame him for that.
As soon as Nathan was gone, Estrela yelled at me for a few seconds, telling me that it was all my fault. That I was the one to blame for everything.
And then she had taken Bill to the hospital, thankfully leaving me alone.
And a that moment I was delighted to be alone, since I could not handle the thought of being with anyone at the moment.
Well, except Nathan.
I flopped down on my bed, on my back, taking in deep breaths. For some reason, my heartbeat was fast and I did not understand why.
Even though I felt like it was thanks to Nathan, the thoughts of him that disturbed my mind.
Damn, I need to stop being so damn obsessed with him, I mentally scolded myself.
My thoughts were disturbed by my phone ringing, making me grab it without a second thought, only to rub my eyes out of disbelief. I could not almost believe the name that I was seeing, the one that flashed across the screen.
It was Nathan, he was the one calling me.
"Hey!" I immediately answered.
"Angela!" he shouted, making me pull away the phone for a second. "Sorry, was that too loud?"
I was confused by his weird cheery voice. "Um, Nathan, are you okay? Look, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. Estrela is right, I was the one who let it get out of control and-"
He cut me off. "Nah, it's fine. Everything is fine. It was not your fault."
"Are you sure? Because it kind of was."
"Don't blame yourself, baby."
Did I just hear him right?
"What did you just call me?" I asked, not believing that I had heard him right.
I heard him mumble something. "I called you baby."
"And why would you call me that?"
"Because you remind me of a baby." I was about to ask him what he meant, but was disturbed by him. "You're like this cute, adorable ass baby. And your eyes, they are the most adorable thing ever. And your little squishy cheeks."
"Nathan, are you drunk?"
No answer came for a couple of seconds. "Um, no. Of course not! I never drink! I've never even shrank in my entire life?"
I blew out a breath. "I think you meant drank, but don't bother lying because I can tell straight past them."
"Okay, okay, you caught me. I'm fućking wasted. Like totally hammered!" he exclaimed.
"You do know that I'm going to have to hang up now, right?"
"Why would you ever need to do that?"
"Because I don't want you to say something that you might regret tomorrow, when you've sobered up. I don't want you to regret your words when you have a clear mind."
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When Nathan Burn, a 24-year-old detective returns to his old town, he isn't aware that the case he's about to take will change his life in more ways than possible. Because the second he lays his eyes on Angela, he is immediately captivated by her sm...